My baby girl is two today, and I'm not quite sure what to think about that. Two years ago I was holding this chubby little blob (9lbs3oz!), thanking God that she was FINALLY here. It had been a long journey to that point, and I sat there amazed at the little person in my arms. Today I sat across from her at Dairy Queen (daddy and I took her "out") watching her refuse the bib, stealing my chicken, and scowling at daddy if he so much as breathed on her. All I can think is how the heck did she get so big?And how can I make her stop growing?
Happy Birthday Rosie-Posie Puddin' Pie!