Our Second

I have yet to write a post exclusively about my sweet baby girl. And sweet she is. 

'She' was a surprise. We weren't able to find out her sex before hand and I was busy assuming we were having another boy. "It's a girl," said the extremely nice and patient nurse who was, at that moment, my hero as she was the one who helped get the child out. "Really?!" said this exhausted and slightly ridiculous mother. (I mean, come on, no, the nurse was just kidding.... what a stupid question. These are things that happen when you've just gone through labor... and not the worst parts either.) But there she was. Not nearly as loud as her brother, which wasn't exactly a good thing, but they got her screaming. Just took a little more effort and she's definitely as loud or louder than him now. The little angel was a week early, too. What a lovely babe.

And there she was. After 9 months of not knowing, we knew her.

She is the sweetest little thing. She is all smiles and wonder. She loves playing and music. She is already sitting on her own. She likes to be included and is starting to like other people too. Which is obviously nice. The little peach was pretty anti-social for a while there.

I dress her in pink, because I can. She has perfect blue eyes and chubby cheeks. She squeals with delight when she's around something or someone she really likes (mostly Caed, cats and possibly other little humans.) And loves to hear herself talk.

She's pretty amazing.

 

So now we have two. Two perfectly wonderful kidlets, who have me smiling constantly. (That or counting to ten for patience.)