Dear Baby Girl,
You’re two years old today. Two. How did that happen? I vividly remember being in labor with you and waiting way too long to go to the hospital. I remember falling in love with you instantly. I remember Eli coming to meet you in the hospital when you were brand new.
And now, you’re such a big girl.
You’ve been so cuddly the past few days, since you’ve been sick. When you were in my bed last night, waiting for daddy to come home and sing you your favorite hymn, I just watched you twirl your hair and thought about how tiny you used to be.
And now, now you talk like a person. You communicate so well, and seem so big.
I love the way that you include a “yeah?” at the end of all of your questions:
“Emmy have chips? Yeah?”
“Get mama’s phone back? Yeah?”
“Emmy and Eli play with Play Doh? Yeah?”
And speaking of Play Doh, you’re obsessed. It used to be a thing I pulled out when I needed you occupied to make dinner or eat my lunch, but now you want it all the time. You even sometimes get Eli to break into the “baby proofed” cupboard to get it for you.
When you say something that I can’t understand, you repeat it louder and slower, over and over. Sometimes you put your face real close to mine, to try to get me to understand.
You are completely into every single Disney princess. You know all of their names and carry your tiny princesses around, bringing them with you when we leave even. I can’t wait to see you meet them in real life at Disney World next week.
You started referring to yourself as “Emmy Rose” a few weeks ago. “Open this for Emmy Rose.” “Lijah pushed Emmy Rose.” It makes me laugh.
You also refuse to call your big brother Eli, you always say “Lijah.” I love the relationship you and Elijah have. You are so sweet to him, sharing your snacks with him and looking for his toys that he’s missing. It was a hard there for a while, having you two so close together, but I know that you’re going to continue to be the best of friends since you’re only two years apart.
You are mama’s girl and love Target and Starbucks. You often ask me, when we’re in the car without Eli, if I need a coffee. Because you know that coffee for mama means a cake pop for little miss.
You love to sing. Wheels on the Bus. God is Great. Every single song from Frozen. It amazes me that you remember the words and when you sing, you seem like such a little girl. Not at all the little baby girl that I held while your big brother watched Frozen repeatedly the first year of your life.
You’re so tall. Your legs are so long. But you still love to cuddle. You take your cozy places, my little Linus.
You prefer your daddy, especially at night…which I don’t really mind most of the time.
You’re such a girlie girl. You love to wear dresses that twirl. You love to watch yourself in the mirror at ballet class. You sneak my make-up brushes from my bathroom and want to wear lip balm when you see me put it on. You take care of your babies like a little mama.
When you say that you’re two, you hold up both pointers, usually right by your cheeks and draw out the “twoooooo.” It’s so cute I can’t stand it.
But then you run and climb and tackle your brother and get messy, throwing your caution to the wind. You’d play outside everyday if I let you.
You play so well on your own, making your princesses talk to each other or color on the kitchen floor while I make dinner.
I wish I could slow down time and keep you little. But I can’t.
I am so lucky that I get to be your mama and watch you grow into such a brave and sweet and fun and sassy and loving and silly and loud little lady.
I love you Emaline Rose.
All photos c/o Molly Grunewald Photography.
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