Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Happy To You, Bizz

Dear Isabella,

Happy Birthday, Little One. Or, as you have been saying, “Happy To You.” We celebrated on Sat at Grammy and Papa's house since we were in Ridgecrest, and last night at scouts since it was your actual birthday. We will have another party this weekend when friends can come over and swim.

YOU have taught me alot in your 2 little years so far. First and foremost, that I wasn't done with the birth of your sister. Daddy did, in fact, have a good idea when he thought we should try for one more baby. Never mind, of course, that it meant more surgery for me, and he was a wimp.


You were a fairly easy pregnancy, compared to my pregnancy with Emilee. You were my easiest recovery, we went home a day early from Providence. You were my only spring baby. You never lived in snow in Alaska like your brother and sister. I was, however, big and pregnant with you while living in the snow, and yes, I did fall down. (Sorry about that, honey.)

You were pretty good right from the get-go, and unlike your big sis, not too confused about days and nights. You didn’t HAVE to sleep next to me like she did, but you didn’t mind it too much either

You have followed really consistently in their milestones, and walked at 12 months of age.

You love whip cream, and your first real food was a raspberry Popsicle on my lap.

You are a good traveler, coming to CA when you were just 1 month old, and again at 2 months. By the time you were 4 ½ months old, you were officially a Californian. You were a breeze on those flights, and a trooper through being “homeless” while waited on houses to close.












You were baptized on my Papa’s birthday, July 9th. What a treat. Maybe that is why you have his hairline… or lack of hairline!! You wore your Great-Grandmother’s gown, just like Emilee.



Just tonight you pointed to a picture of your brother, and called him “Jonson”. You can call your sister by name too, you say, “Eeeemmmmmmiiieeeee”














You are sweet to your Grandmas, and recently took a snooze with Grama Apple on the couch.




When you used to smile, your eyes would disappear behind those big sweet cheeks.












You have taught me the love of "pasa".



You have taught me that putting piggies in a baby's hair CAN, in fact, be a two-Mommy job. Thanks, Auntie Ce



At one year of age, you were ready to fly.




You have taught me the love of "cakecakes".




On this day, you taught me to eat birch leaves.



You have taught me that finger paint doesn't taste good.


You have taught me how cute a bee can be.




You have started your terrible 2’s. A LONG TIME AGO. You are like me, a wee bit opinionated and sure of yourself. You are not afraid to try something new, jump too far, or love too much.

You LOVE LOVE LOVE your blankie. You will share a rub on someone’s nose with it, just in case it will make them feel better. You throw your blankie around in a pattern until you find just the right corner, and rub it under your nose for comfort. You call that thing Bankie Bankie.

Last week when you couldn’t find your Hippo, I asked you where she was. You replied, “No, no. Hippo Hippo!!??” Like, “I don’t know”, and called her by name as though she would answer.

You are sweet with your baby dolls, and say “ssshh sshh sshh” and rock and cuddle them.





In short, you are some things and nothings like your brother and sister. You have bits and pieces of your mom and dad in you, but mostly you are just Bizz. 100% 2-year old Bizz.

Happy To You, Baby.

I love you.

Mama

2 comments:

MCrush706 said...

Aww.. I miss you guys! I love the pictures of Bizz. (I REALLY liked the "cakecakes" one.. the look on her face is classic! Love you guys!

emkilburn said...

What a great write you are! I wish Bizz could grow up with Micah-Moo. I miss you all. Happy Birthday little girl - something wonderful on May 19th is fabulous (to counteract crazy m-i-l b-day)