November Baby

This is the very month, my baby girl will turn two years old. I cannot believe that Hudson was her age whenever she was born... I cannot honestly imagine being 9 months pregnant right now... and Avery still seems like such a baby... I thought Hudson was so grown up! She however, is not a baby, whether I feel like it or not. Every time I pick up my keys, she says, "can I come? can I come?" She likes to put on my make up, lotion, jewelry and shoes. She pretends to pour coffee for me and brings it to me to drink, while carefully blowing it and warning me that it is "very hot." She loves babies, having no idea that they are the same size as her. She cries to "hold Liam" whether it is Liam or Cullen, she calls them both Liam :). She wraps up her baby dolls and pats their backs saying, "ssh, it ok, it O-K." She sounds just like me...

She pretends to talk on the phone, to Angela or Meg or one of my sisters, by name. She says, "hi so-and-so... whatcha doin? It's Avery. Oh so-and-so, you so funny" followed by a fake laugh. It's hilarious.
No, she is no baby. She is a big girl who more often than not puts her poo poo in the potty and begs to sleep in a big bed. She chases her brother, although he ends up "lapping" her rather often as they run circles around this house. She says, "my do it" about everything and has landed in time out more than once this week for throwing fits. She recognizes the symbol and font on my Zumba clothing and points and says, "mommy, zuma?" And she dances and claps and does her own "zumba" whenever there is music playing. She knows all the words to David Crowder's "Oh How He Loves" and asks for "Praise Baby CD" before bed. She's a tiny little fireball. How I pray the Lord gets a hold of that passion now. I pray for God to turn her heart to Him, to learn how to love Him, even now. And oh how I love her.

Even at 5:30 am when she is calling, "mommy, get out me... mommy, mommy's bed?" And I give in and put her in my bed and snuggle her little warm body because even though it's dark out and I'm exhausted, I know she is only this little for now. The last two years have flown by. She's not that little bitty baby anymore. She's so much more. My little friend. My daughter.
I'm counting down those days to her birthday- a day so incredibly significant to me. A day to celebrate her. A day I didn't think I was ready for and yet which I am so forever grateful. I can't believe it is already November...!!