Little Lady

Isabella Juliet will be turning two years old before the month is up. I'm floored. The time has gone by just too fast. My once baby is now a little lady -- one who plays with her dollhouse, is attached to her bear and blankie, is obsessed with dress-up, loves to give cuddles and kisses, sweetly looks out for her sister, plays exhuberantly with her brother, eats with the best of 'em, has no problems with getting filthy in the name of fun, speaks like a three year old, has started wearing Tinkerbell big girl pants and announcing when she needs to go potty, prefers rough-and-tumble gross motor-type toys and activities, dances whenever there is music, never fails to make someone laugh when she tries, displays 101 facial expressions, knows (most of) her letters, numbers, shapes, and colors; has no fear, talks back, says kind and loving things unsolicited, can use her prosthetic hand but prefers to go au natural, and spends her days trying on shoes in the laundry room and parading them around the house (with her mommy's high heels, her sister's sparkly ones, and her own new rubber wellie boots being her favorites). And maybe it’s just me, but I think she’s extra adorable these days. :)

Just sayin’…