One day, which seemed to go on forever, I was pregnant.
Then 4 years ago, on April 1st, Toots made a rather extreme entrance to the world. Seriously, she almost landed on the hospital room floor. And that’s generally her personality now. When she’s ready for something, she knows it, and consequently so does everyone else rather soon after.
Toots at six months
Toots at one year
Toots at two
Toots at three with low piggie tails
Now she is four.
I usually post my kids’ bdays as lists by age of interesting things about them. Her list is fairly short, only because she hasn’t tallied a whole lot of years. But she has done a whole lot of living.
1. Toots isn’t exactly a Tomboy, but she keeps up with her really big brothers and can hold her own. She chooses to wear dresses about as often as I do – not very often at all. She has her own flair when she dresses, mixes patterns and loves cwazy socks. she manages to still be pretty well color-coordinated even with hearts and stripes and polka dots. She loves hiking and camping and gardening.
2. Her hair is near unto un-tamable. she has cowlicks off the back of her head that have their own minds and curls that go in every direction, but mostly right over her face. Her eyes are sparkly coffee beans.
3. She’s smart. She reads, she tells stories, makes up songs, has her fingers talk to each other, her feet, even her knees, which by the way, one knee is a boy and one knee is a girl. and they each have their own voice. She is sarcastic already, and makes wacky faces pursuant to any given situation.
4. She is a cuddler, she squeezes into every nook and cranny of me. She loves and loves and laughs and acts silly and wants to make everyone smile.
What’s not to love
April Fool’s Day hasn’t been the same since.
And this year, neither will Palm Sunday. Our yard (barring rain) will be full of her peers.