Well. Here we are. She is a two-year-old. A walking talking little baby/kid/human. Somedays she says a full sentence and she just seems so grown up, and then she still lets me rock her when she’s sleepy and I still see my little baby in there.
This girl. Man, she keeps me on my toes. Her spunk has upped its ante and she is go, go, go. She is smart and funny and genuinely cares about people. If you show any sign of being hurt or upset she is there in a second patting your back asking “you ok?”
She is also wild and full of fire. She loves to run and just be her own person. While this gives me gray hairs today, I know you will take these traits and run the world later with them.
I love how you grab my face to give me kisses. I love how you bring your finger to her lips and say “hhmmm” when I ask you a question and you are honestly thinking about it. I love how HAPPY you get when your dad and I just sit and play with you. I LOVE LOVE LOVE how much you love your little sister. You ask for her every morning, say hi to her all the time, tell me ALL the time how “Hatsy cuh-ute.” You play with her, hug her, kiss her, and even if sometimes you may be a bit too rough with her, you still just LOVE her. I am so thankful for that. You are going to be an AMAZING big sister to Hatsy.
Eloise Mae. You are everything I had hoped in a little girl. We love you so so much.
*These photos are a pretty accurate representation of this spunky little girl. Shes non-stop. She is also REALLY into just running away. It’s awesome. (not) Also, her facial expressions kill me. This girl wears her thoughts on her face 100%.*
One last one. I don’t typically share photos of my babes unhappy, but this one is just a little too cute. And a pretty good representation of “2”. 
