She knew what she was doing from the very start.  Nursing was a breeze, she had it down the first time she tried.  She didn't cry a lot, she liked to be held, and seemed really mellow.  Here she is, two years ago today:

Convinced that we would have a boy, I had purchased the softest little blue sleeper and packed it in the bag I'd brought to the hospital.  Surprised to meet our girl, I put her in the super-soft sleeper anyway and the nurse placed a tiny bow in her hair so that no one would be confused when we looked back on the photo.

And here she is today:


Walking, jumping, running, hopping, kicking, talking and singing.  She wears pink almost every day (it's unclear whether this is because she's been continuously inundated with pinkness since her arrival, or now if it's something she chooses for herself).  She carries a purse, wears a necklace, carries her Bay, and acts like a momma. 

Happy birthday to my little Sophie.  You bring me such joy.

On the table for breakfast: Rootbeer floats.  If you're at our house and it's your birthday, it's rootbeer floats all around.  Because it's YOUR BIRTHDAY.
On the table tonight: Steak, potatoes, green beans with lemon and garlic, angel food cake with cherry pie filling and soy whipped cream.