almost 22 months

We were visiting our favorite library this morning and a lady asked me the ages of my children.  I said what I always say...  18 months and 3.  And, then I sat there for a minute.  Wait, (with a huge lump in my throat) my baby girl is almost 22 months.  Really?  There is no way possible.  22 months is mighty close to being TWO and I can remember when Davis turned TWO...well, and then the tears began to stream down my face as I think about how quickly time goes by.  Then, Davis quickly reminded me that he'll soon be FOUR and that being four brings forth a whole new level of responsibilities.  Like brushing his own teeth, tucking himself into bed, getting dressed on his own, and turning down my millions of kisses.  I think not little boy.  I love the way he thinks though.

I have LOTS of time to think while being up here in Maryland.  I'm getting really used to the quietness and actually growing fond of it.  We have met some really sweet families, but honestly I'm ok with just being with my family right now.  I guess I have in the back of my mind that we'll only be here until July...and then it's back to home where we belong! 

Back to my almost 22 month old little girl...

It seems like she has changed so much since moving up here in July.  She has gone from a new walker to a talker.  She adores her brother.  She doesn't eat a thing. Laughs constantly.  Can be mean as a snake.  And, is just so darn funny & cute.

Miss Independent loves to wear brother's shoes, dress herself, go to the potty, and pick out what she isn't going to eat for her meals.  Thank goodness for yogurt & vitamins these days.

Miss Independent also likes to UNdress herself.  Every single morning.  She has started yelling, "I sowy mommy...diapers off...jammies off..."  I can only laugh now. 

My almost 22 month old little girl loves to play hide-n-seek.  She hides everywhere and anytime we have a free moment.  And, thinks it's just as funny everytime.

When she does settle down and sleep I could stare at her forever.  She loves to crawl up into my lap and sing You Are My Sunshine about twenty five times before getting into her bed.  And those feet are always crossed as she goes into dreamland...

I'm really thankful for these days that I can take all of this in...  the good & the bad.  The fun-filled days & the boring days.  The cries & the laughs.  Watching my son and daughter fight one minute and be best friends the next.  What a blessing.