Showing posts with label Birthday Celebrations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birthday Celebrations. Show all posts

Two Years Of Sweetness



My Sweet Georgiana Bea,

My darling girl, I can't believe it's been two years since I first held you in my arms!  What a privilege it has been for the last two years to be your mama - to watch you grow and learn what makes you unique.

At two years old now, you are a such a cutie.  My favorite thing about you at this age is the way you say "mmm-hmm"or "uh-huh" to every question we ask you - we can gage what you actually mean by how enthusiastic your second syllable is though.  If you are unsure or just okay with it, it's a slow, thoughtful "mmm-hmm."  If it's exactly the thing you want, it's an enthusiastic "mmm-HMMM!".  Either way, it is ridiculously cute.  You also sometimes insert an "um" before launching off into one of your non-sensical (to us) baby sentences, and it melts my heart and makes me laugh! You say "dank-oo" (thank you) at every opportunity. You aggressively shout "Byyyyeee!" whenever anyone leaves.

You are also starting to know your own mind, and occasionally we'll get an enthusiastic "no!" to a question.  However, it's not your favorite word as it is for some two year olds.  You are, in general, an agreeable little thing.

The way you run right now is another of my favorite things about you.  When you are trying to catch up to your siblings, you take off, but you look like a Weeble - you wobble, but you don't fall down.  You bounce from side to side as your little legs carry you as fast as you can go.  Someday when you are old enough to watch Monsters Inc, I'll point out the way the little cartoon girl runs in that movie.  You look just like that.

Speaking of your siblings, you are constantly chasing them around, trying to do whatever they are doing.  Sometimes they get you laughing, and your sweet little chortle and happy squeals fill the house.  You like to be tickled, and we love to tickle you because your laugh is so cute.

You are probably my most social two year old.  Every time you meet someone new that you like, you'll grin at them and charm them until they are completely smitten with you.  However, you are still most comfortable when I am within sight.  If I have to drop you off somewhere you will cry and reach for me.

I've stretched you far too long on the bottle - your "bah-whoa", as you call it.  It's mainly because letting you have a little milk in a bottle before nap time is still the best way to get some snuggles with you.  You'll fall asleep in my arms, your blanket curled in your fingers next to your face.  Your chubby cheeks relax and I can see how long your eyelashes are as you breathe quietly in your sleep.

Your smile though is the thing I think about first when I think of you.  You have two adorable dimples, one in each cheek, and they just make my heart squeeze each time I see them.  When you are especially happy you give me your biggest grin - cheeks stretching and eyes squinting until they are closed.  Even if I'm having a hard moment, I can't help but laugh when I see how happy you are.

Your personality is delightful and sweet at this age.  You love to "help" with things, and you are especially caring when you think someone is sad or hurt.  You'll hand me things that you think I need with a cheerful "here-go!".  If I stub my toe, you'll shout out "oh-tay, Mom-mee?"  Sometimes if I am distracted or stressed, you'll walk over to me with your little lips pressed together, saying "mmmm" - the signal for a kiss.  I hold your little face in my hands and kiss your nose, and everything is instantly better.

Georgie Bea, when you were born two years ago I was so thankful to hold you in my arms.  After wishing for a fifth baby, and then carrying you for nine months, I felt so peaceful and grateful when I finally got to look into your tiny eyes.  The Lord knew the desires of my heart, and He gave me you.  I still feel that way when I look at you. What a gift it is to get to be your mama.

I love you forever, Sweet Girl.  Happiest 2nd Birthday, Darling!

Love Always,

Mama






A Delightful Eight Years



(Note: I was supposed to post this on Saturday, but oy, it's been a long time since I had such  jam-packed weekend!  My oldest actually turned eight back in February, but I am taking my month of memory-keeping to catch up on birthday letters to my kids.  So here is Wyatt's.)

Wyatt Boy,

I can't believe you are eight years old.  I remember when I first held you in my arms.  I couldn't stop the tears because it was surreal to me that you were here.  I didn't ever want you to grow up then, and I still kind of don't.  But now here we are, eight years later, and what a delightful eight years if has been!

Your eighth year was so fun for me as your mom.  Your reading skills exploded, and I find you with your nose in a book constantly.  I can't tell you how thrilled I am by this.  I love that you want to learn and read!  You are a wealth of information about your favorite topics - animals, and especially birds.  You have really opened up that interest for our whole family, and we've gone on various birding expeditions in the last year because of your inspiration.  It's a joy to me to watch you learn something new or see some animal or bird "in the wild".  Your face lights up, and you talk about it for days afterward. 



Speaking of talking, I love when we get some one on one time together and I can hear all about what fills that smart brain of yours.  Your theories and thought processes are so interesting to me, but you are always willing to learn when I tell you a new bit of information.  I am so honored for the opportunity to be your mom and teach you anything - I get the feeling that I'll learn alot from you my whole life!  I am there for it, my sweet boy.

As of right now, you want to be a scientist when you grow up and discover new species in the Amazon.  Of course, the specifics of what kind of scientist and where you want to go change frequently, but I have no doubt you can accomplish anything you set your mind to.  I have never met a little boy before you who was so good at gathering information and remembering it, or who had such a determined interest in something, and I love that about you.

The last year with you was also when I really got to see what a great big brother you are.   You are older now and able to do more on your own, but you take time to slow down to help and explain to your little siblings.  I think you were made to be the oldest in a big family.  Your sense of humor has been developing a lot this year too, and you crack your siblings up frequently!

You have started reading the Bible by yourself, and you persevere even when it's a struggle for you.  You make connections between different information you encounter and how it lines up with what you know to be true from God's word, and I love to see you practicing that skill so young.  Your love for the Lord and for His truth is something that delights me most of all.  I pray for you every day, that you would continue to grow in your love and knowledge of Him.

It is a privilege to be your mom, to watch you grow in knowledge, and to watch your faith grow too.  So often I am afraid I am not up to the task, but one thing you are wonderful at is giving me grace and hug.  You are a blessing to me, my delightful eight-year-old boy!  I don't really want you to grow any more, but if the last eight years are any indication...I think the next eight years are gong to be even more of a delight.  I can't wait to watch you grow up, and I'm glad I get to be the one who is your mama.

I love you always, Wyatt!

-Mama

 (This picture was taken close to his birthday, and I just realized how much more grown up he looks just over the last eight months!)

Four Years Of Sunshine



Note: I have written each of my kids a birthday letter and shared it here for years, but this year I am behind...no better month to catch up than memory-keeping month, right?  So I'm going to share one of my kids' birthday letters each week until we are caught up!

Dear Clarice,

Darling, you are four years old!  The last year went by so fast, and it was a highly adorable year.

You have grown and changed so much between three and four.  This year will forever be marked in my memory as the year when we arrived home to our still new-to-us house at night, and you looked out the dark car windows and declared nervously "Mama, I sceered a' behrs."

("Mama, I'm scared of bears," if you need a translation.)

It was achingly cute, and your dad and I repeated it whenever we needed a smile.  Last year you still had something of a baby lilt to your sentences, and now you are sounding more like a big girl.  Your voice is still tiny and cute though, and you hardly speak without smiling.  Your face has lost some of it's baby roundness.

Your favorite clothes to wear right now are tutus and any items with sparkles.  You are about to start a ballet class, and you are so excited.  You've been practicing your ballet moves ever since your big sister took a class last year, and your little motions are so graceful.  I can't wait to see you all dressed and with your ballerina bun.  You're going to love it!

Your favorite toy is still your "Baby", the pink bear you have carried with you since you were an infant.  I found a back-up last year, the same bear only a white one.  You found it in my closet one day and ran up to me with your face all lit up.  "Mama, it's a white Baby!"  Now you carry around "Pink Baby" and "White Baby" everywhere (even though White Baby isn't exactly white anymore).  But I notice that Baby is with you less often than it used to be.

You started drawing in earnest this year, and your attempts at drawing our family are my favorite.  We are a jumble of round heads and stick arms and legs, with big smiles drawn on.  In one version, your brother is jumping on Daddy's head.  Sometimes you draw a picture of me and you together, and it melts my heart.

You are my child with the biggest emotions.  You either give me your brightest smile, or you come to me with the saddest little tears in your eyes.  When you are sad and I pick you up, you still curl into my lap, and I remember what it was like to hold you when you were brand-new.  I kiss your little wet cheeks and hold you until that sunshine smile comes back to your face, and it never takes long.

You are a joy, my sunshine girl with sky blue eyes and golden hair.  I thank the Lord every day that He made you mine.  You are a gift to me, Little One.  I have loved you at three, and I can't wait to see what new fun four will bring!  I am blessed that I get to be the one to watch you grow.

I love you always!


Mama




Birthday Girl


Dear Georgie Bea,

A year ago, I was feeling completely miserable.  I didn't think you'd be coming any time soon, but I didn't see how I could endure weeks more with the way my back was aching.

Around dinnertime I realized that maybe I was feeling so awful because you were going to surprise me with an early entrance - and a few hours later, we saw your sweet face!





I was not expecting you to arrive early, but it was such a blessing!  And that has been your story from the start, darling.  An unexpected blessing.  It was unexpected to see that positive pregnancy test.  It was unexpected that you would arrive when you did.  It was unexpected that you'd have such a wonderfully sweet temperament.




I look at you now, and you stare back at my with your deep brown eyes and give me a dimpled grin.  I love the way your hair curls in the back, just like your daddy's.  I love how you "talk" to me and act disappointed until I reply.  I love how you stand up in your crib and bounce up and down when I walk into the room.





I didn't know we'd have a fifth baby, but there was a small part in the corner of my heart that dared to wish for you.  And the Lord saw that, and blessed me beyond what I expected.  You are my little dream baby, and I can't imagine not having you here.  I'm so glad the Lord gave you to me.







I will love you and like you forever, Georgiana.  Happy day, Birthday Girl!

Love Always,

Mama

Pumpkins And Donuts - Georgie's First Birthday Party



Georgiana Bea turns one year old in about a week!  I might be in denial a little bit.

We are going to be buried in boxes and renovations on her actual birthday, so we decided to have her first birthday party a couple weeks early while we are still in this house!  It seems fitting to have her first birthday party here, since this is where we brought her home when she was just tiny.  

Our last party in this house.  I am a little sentimental about it.  We've celebrated so much here, from our very first gender reveal party, through all the kids' birthday parties, and now this is the last one.  I can't believe my tiny little baby is almost one year old!

I decided to go with a autumn/donut theme, because it was easy to pull off.  It ended up being perfect to celebrate our sweet girl and send this house out in style.  

I got most of the decorations from the Target dollar spot and Hobby Lobby.  My friend Danae did the lettering for Georgie's wood sign (which will now live in her room at the new house).  I told my sister I wanted a simple sprinkle cake this time (she's the master cake decorator in this family), and she made it come to life!  

The centerpiece of our donut-themed party was the donut peg board, which Derek made for the party (I got the idea from Ashley's gorgeous baby sprinkle).  It all came together really well!  I am so thankful for my family and friends who helped me put it all together this time.  I love going all out for the first birthday party, and this one was so easy with everyone's help!























How is my itty bitty baby so big?











I let Georgie have a taste of cake when we took birthday pictures a few weeks ago, so at the party it didn't take her long to remember that cake is pretty good!





It was so good to celebrate one last time in this house, with our dear family and friends.  I'm glad we had a chance to celebrate our baby girl here.  I might have cried a little after the party was over.  It's bittersweet, leaving this house, and watching your last baby turn one.  

But good things are on the horizon too.

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