Showing posts with label Georgiana's 3rd Year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Georgiana's 3rd Year. Show all posts

Georgie Bea At Three


My Sweet Georgie Bea,

You are sleeping on my lap as I type this, the letter for your 3rd birthday. You are breathing softly, your eyelashes brushing your cheek, and it reminds me of the days when you were a tiny baby. How are you three already? And a delightful little three-year-old you are.

You love Minnie Mouse, and Blaze And The Monster Machines. You often stop in your tracks when you spot my nails painted and declare “I wike your nails, Mama. They’re so pwetty!” You love snuggling with me before naptime still.  Sometimes you will remind me if I forget. “Mama, I wanna snugga you,” you’ll say, staring at me with your big brown eyes.

You have perfected the sad eyes, but you only pull them out when you want more time with us or maybe for a special treat. If we have to tell you no, we will explain why to you, and you always respond with a compliant, “Okay, Mama.” You are very concerned about being left out or having to wait too long, but you don’t demand your own way once we explain. You are the easiest-going three year old I know.

You love pink and princess things, but sometimes your interests also surprise me. You point out trains wherever you see them, and you also like big trucks. Horses are always exciting. 

You greet the moon whenever you spot it, and in that five minutes right before it’s pitch-black outside, you will gasp and exclaim “Mama, wook, it’s so pwetty out dere!”  When I was getting ready for hunting season, you confidently declared “I’m going to be a hunter too!” 

You have a sweet tooth, but generally you are pretty easygoing about food. You’ll eat anything that isn’t “hot” (spicy). You’re always doing silly little things to make us laugh, like chewing your food on double-speed. Once I asked you if you liked your bowl of soup, and you didn’t respond as you kept your eyes on mine, raised your spoon, and made a noisy slurp then laughed. We all chuckled with you! You are such a fun little girl.

My favorite moments are when I have left the house for some reason - maybe a grocery shopping trip or just to get the mail- and as soon as I walk in the door you rocket around the corner and shout excitedly “Mama, You’re home! I missed you, Mama! I wuv you so much!” It makes me smile and hope you never stop. From the time you were an newborn you’ve added so much fun and joy to our days, my sweet girl. I wish I could freeze you right here. But every month you grow and say more cute things, and develop cute new habits, and reveal more of your adorable and funny personality. And then I’m excited to see what’s to come.

 I love you more than all the leaves in all the mountains in all the world, my sweet girl. Happy 3rd Birthday!

Love Always, Mama

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,


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