logan grace, 2 years.

((over a month late but hey, better late than never))

in your undershirt…oops!

pretty much everything about you melts us.

we call you, baby girl, logan gracie, girly girl, missy miss, sweetie.   i am positive your dad has never even said your name, he only calls you sweetheart.

you fall asleep everyday in the car on the way to school picking up lane.  (every morning i have to wake you to take him, i always feel so bad)

you don't care about tv at all, you'll give a few glances to boz the bear but that's it.

you weigh 20.8 lbs (that was one month ago at your 2 year check up), wearing size 3 diapers, 12-18 month pants, & 18-24 month tops.   size 5 feet.  you are a peanut but perfectly you.   

your favorite foods are NOODLES, veggies, fruit, beans.  you won't eat bread and care less about meats.

in the past weeks weeks you talk, talk, talk and suddenly repeating everything.

you say, mama, ALL the time.  all the time.   i can't even begin to count, i loose count during the first minute. and when you aren't saying mama, its BABY.   ALL long.  its super sweet & super exhausting.

you play mama from sun up & sun down.   you nurse, bounce, shhh, burped, bath, feed, carry your babies.

your babies are always naked.  

you have a cupcake set & can point out the colors.   blue, yellow, green, & purple.   you give lane the "boo" one every time because you know its his favorite color.  

you will always choose anything in the color pink.  if there isn't pink, purple is your next choice.  

you also play with my hair if i sit down.   curl, blow dry, & comb it.   and ask, "pretty?" after you style my hair  you LOVE getting your hair cut.  your hair is still so fine that i've been keeping it cut in a bob in hopes to make it look thicker.   i'm grateful your hair flips up :)

every night when we are sitting in the rocking chair before you go to sleep, you close your eye & fold your little hands are wanting to pray.  "papa"  "baby"  "papa"  "baby"

you go to sleep with a little pillow that's a blanket folded up, your blanket, sleep sack, & light up baby.

and speaking of going to sleep, you will NOT let ANYONE else rock you/put you down besides me.   

i need to start potty training you.   you want to.   i don't want to.   you're ready.   i'm not.  

we've stopped using the high chair with you.   we are always saying, "logan sit down" and its a mess but you think you're way too big to sit in such a chair.

i could go on & on…

2 years since you came into our world & i'm still amazed at your girly-ness.   still so surprised we have a baby girl in our home.   we love you baby girl.