Growing Faith

(I’m more than a little blubbery today at this birthday. Why is it so dang hard to have your last get older?)

Faith is two today. 

This means I will no longer tell her age in months. 

It also means that she talks like a big girl; just now: “Hey mom!  I jumping.  Whoa!  I fall, too, mom!”

It means that rather than ME managing her frustration and tantrums, SHE’S beginning to manage them.

It means she asks to go visit friends’ house.  “I go Bea’s house a-day, Mom?”

It means she still takes a nice long nap in the middle of the day and continues to be the best sleeper I’ve ever had.

It means we are noticing a definite lisp when she says words with an S, and we loved it.

It means her hair is growing in, again!!

It means she sings “5 Little Pumpkins”, as cutely as possible.

It means she is fully occupied by an hour of Sesame Street.

It means that she is getting slightly easier in church, though she is a wiry, squirrely little animal the whole time.

It means she loves to go for walks, read books (and will sit completely still for a way-over-her-head big kid picture book), build towers, cah-yer (color), play with her completely loving siblings.

It means that she really, really likes to pick out her clothes.  (grr.)

It means she eats like a 17 year old boy.  Seriously.  She’s got the 95 percentile height chart to show her it.

It means that our home is filled with giggles, cries of “Now! Mom!”, shrieks, fun, unbelievable cuteness, and lots more love than it would be if it wasn’t filled with

Faith.