Thirty months.
Nine hundred and twelve-ish days.
That's how long I've been able to be your mama here in this beautiful world. And it has been my greatest joy watching you turn into the little girl you are today.
My sweet Cameron Kate, I keep telling you that I want you to stay little forever, which you think is hilarious. Truth is, I'm not sure I do. You see, I absolutely loved who you were yesterday, who you are today, and can't WAIT to see what life is like with you tomorrow. It just keeps getting better. And while sometimes I feel sad that so many days have passed since you entered our world, I know I am treasuring our time together, and also so excited to see how our relationship grows and changes in the years to come.
You've adjusted so well to our new town in Georgia. In fact, when we moved into our new house you didn't skip a beat. You love your new room and playroom, and have already made so many friends at Kindermusik and gymnastics and library story time.
Speaking of "ba-nastics," it's your absolute fave. We took the last couple months off because we were going to have to miss a bunch of classes, and I think you asked me every day when you could go back to ba-nastics. We returned yesterday, finally, and you were in heaven.
You also love to sing, and will often be heard making up songs with made-up words, too. I think you take after your G Gram!
Your favorite things to do right now are to play with your baby dolls, being very motherly and changing their diapers and putting them down for naps and getting them dressed... And also, you have this weird obsession with toy balls. Any and every size, you don't discriminate. You will often name them and kick them around the house, calling them "honey" and putting them in time-out when they don't listen. It's hilarious!
You have imaginary friends, kind of. Doot-Doo and Baa-Baa were the originals. And now we have Gaddy and Bussy. You referred to Doot-Doo and Baa-Baa all the time, and then one day, they started taking on different forms. For example, two of your toys balls might all of a sudden be named Doot-Doo and Baa-Baa. Or, even funnier, your feet. You'll be sitting at the dinner table, and you'll put one of your feet on the table and say, "No maa'm, Gaddy! Get off that table!" Or when I'm putting your shoes on you'll say, "Bussy, get in that shoe!" Oh, your imagination is amazing and I love watching the day as it unfolds according to you.
You literally talk from the moment you wake up until the moment you give up at night and finally fall asleep. All.day.long. And your new favorite question is, of course, "Why?" At first it was cute, and I tried to answer in detail and honestly so that your inquisitive nature would be encouraged. Now, though, I may all-too-often answer with "Because I said so," or "I DON'T KNOW." But usually only when you won't take my answer as the final answer... like the time we drove to Charleston and it took me twenty minutes to explain to you why you had a right foot and a left foot.
Your appetite comes and goes, as the pediatrician told us it would throughout this year. You always, always have room for sweets though, just like your mama. :)
Ellie, or "Ella" (in Spanish) as you call him, is still your sidekick. You have to have him to fall asleep, you always bring him out of the crib with you in the morning, and you immediately cry for him if you're scared or hurt.
You love coloring, and PlayDoh, and Doc McStuffins, and Hello Kitty, and bubbles, and being outside, and playgrounds, and lemonade. You do not like to nap. In fact, as I type this, you're jumping up and down in your crib screaming, "MAMA! MOMMY! I'M ALL DONE NAPPING TODAY!"
We haven't been to the doctor in awhile (knock on wood!), but I believe you're about 31 pounds and a little over three feet tall. People are always shocked to find out that you're only two and a half!
You are silly, so silly, reminding me not to take life too seriously. And you are stubborn. Often short-tempered, we have to remind you to take a lot of deep breaths. You are kind, and very shy when you're in new and unfamiliar situations. You love to be around kids who are a little older than you, looking up at them with a glow in your eye and a skip in your step. You can't WAIT to be four, because I told you that four-year-olds can chew gum.
You have an endless amount of energy that I wish I could bottle up and sell on the black market. You are compassionate, which makes my heart so happy. You love making me and your daddy proud, which pretty much happens all day, everyday.
I feel like I have really, really gotten to know you throughout the past three and a half months since I've been a stay-at-home mama. Each day is a new gift for us to unwrap, as we open the blinds in the mornings yelling, "Say hello to the new day!" I will forever be indebted to your daddy for not only supporting me, but urging me to stay home for a little while to just enjoy being your mama. We're so lucky to have him, you know.
Life with you over the course of the past two-and-a-half years has been full of the best, brightest, happiest, most joyful, most important, most fulfilling moments of my life. Unfortunately, we've also experienced some of the most difficult, darkest days during that time. But my sweet girl, those tough times were always easier to navigate because of you. You don't know it yet, but you helped me keep putting one foot in front of the other, you made me find my smile again, you literally lit the way so that I could find an escape from the darkness. I will spend the rest of my life making sure that you know that.
Now, and always, I am so grateful God chose me to be your mama. You truly are my sunshine, my girl, my bug, my greatest gift.
Happy half birthday, Cameron Kate.
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