Friday, March 9, 2012

Do you remember my birthday?

Today my sweet Chloe Starr turns 3-years old. 


I have never met anyone who loves a birthday more than Chloe. Seriously. It's your birthday? She will be whole-heartedly excited for you. And then she'll ask you for a cupcake. I don't know what she loves more birthdays or cupcakes. But it's probably an even race because for her, the two go hand in hand.

She has known all week that her birthday was today and I have been asked about 72,365 times...

"Mommy. Do you remember my birthday?"

And I would say, "Of course I remember your birthday! It's on Friday."


 Well, the day is here. And while today she hasn't asked me if I still remember that it's her birthday, I keep answering it anyway.

My answer is this-

Sweet Chloe, of course I remember your birthday. Giving birth to you was one of the best experiences of my life. Meeting you. Holding you. Kissing you. I'll never forget it. It feels just like yesterday, and I'm pretty sure I'll feel that way for the rest of my life. In the three years you have been with us, you have blessed our lives more than you will ever know. We love you so much and we thank God for you every day.



You are sweet. You are kind. And you are an original. We're so glad that you're our daughter.

We love you Chloe Starr.


Happy 3rd Birthday! 

Thursday, March 8, 2012

My two year olds.

This past month has been the month of the two-year old. And today is the last day that I can say I have two of them.

 In all honesty, having two, two-year olds hasn't been so terrible. Trust me, we have had our terrible moments, but we have also had some of the greatest times. 

It has been so much fun watching the girls grow together as sisters, playmates and friends.

 And occasionally, enemies.



 But I have loved watching Chloe be the big sister. She really watches out for Stella (when she's not hitting her) and just wants her to do the right thing...all the time. 

This is Chloe's face when she's telling on Stella. We see that one a lot.

And it's funny (I know I shouldn't say this as a parent) watching Stella scheme a plan for how she will torture Chloe next. You see, Stella's on to this whole Chloe-wants-me-to-do-the-right-thing-all-the-time thing, and so she does her I'm-not-going-to-do-the-right-thing-and-I'm-definitely-not-going-to-do-what-Chloe-wants-because-I-know-it-drives-her-crazy thing which usually ends up in disaster.

This is Stella's scheming face. We see that one all the time. 

But somehow we work it out. And they have learned to be sweet and loving (for the most part) to each other.

This is what they look like when they share (momentarily). And yes, they are sharing halves of a wooden cat. It's weird. I don't know how to explain it. So I won't.

But mainly I have learned that two-year olds are fun and they really keep you on your toes. Here's the difference between a young (Stella) 2-year old and an older (Chloe) 2-year old.And this is a real life example that happened yesterday. 

The girls wanted strawberries. I said that we didn't have any. Stella starting screaming and karate-chopped me in the head. Chloe said, "Okay. We'll get some at the store."

I don't know how else to sum it up.

No understanding vs. Complete understanding.

I do have to tell you though, in spite of all the karate chops, temper tantrums, roller-coaster emotions, and pure exhaustion (on my part), it's all worth for this...

Two girls. Playing in the hall cabinet with a laundry basket.

I have no idea what they're doing, but they're in it together. I guess that's what sisters are for.

And that pretty much sums it up.

I love my two, two-year olds.