And just like that, my baby is two years old. I only got emotional a few times when I let myself reminisce about the day she was born. I still can't believe this little creature is all mine.
We started the "birthday week" with a triplet birthday party which happened to be across the street from my mom's house. Always a good time and she even got her traditional bump on her head from falling on the concrete at the party.
She's two going on 16. I've never really been sad about her getting older because it's exciting to me to see her learn new things and interact with us in new ways. Each stage is better than the previous one. Sleeping in a toddler bed and starting to sit on the potty. Saying things like "hey guys, c'mon" and "love you Mack". She has turned in to quite the little mommy and loves taking care of her babies. Her favorite shows are Doc McStuffins and Frozen. She likes to wear our shoes and can even find the matches in our messy closets. She can run and jump. When asked what does a monkey say, she points her finger, jumps up and down and says "no no no monkey, no bed" in honor of Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed. She can count to 5ish, although most of the time is 2, 4, 5 but it's a start.



















































