Two. And A Half.

Today, you woke up and it probably seemed like any old day to you, except today is the day you turned two and a half and we celebrated all day long.

We got donuts and you had a soy hot chocolate and I'm pretty sure you sucked it down in just one swallow.

I still think of you as a baby but I'm pretty sure you think you're 5.

You are a mother hen. To your dirty, loved a lot, stuffed, musical bunny that you've aptly named "Baby". You love that baby. I know not only because you hug her and your bring her everywhere but because you tell her. "I Wuv You!" you say as you squeeze the life out of her.

You were born knowing how to love, not just your baby, but everyone and everything. "I love this song," you tell me in the car as I drive. "I love this store," you say in the dollar store as we pick up pool toys. "I love you, Mama!" you tell me and you hug me tight, so tight that I can feel your little heart pitter patter against mine.

Your big brother, H, is your best friend. Your partner in crime. And I pray every single day that it lasts forever.

And T and M couldn't have a bigger fan in life than you. "Have a great day!" you shout after I say goodbye when they leave for the school bus and "Go T go!" at every baseball game. Even when T is sitting there smiling at you from the bench. You want him to know that you've got his back and I love that.

Your favorite song is "If You're Happy and You Know It" and it's funny because it's not really a bedtime song yet I find myself singing it each and every night and it's no secret that your face is pretty much always showing it.

Facts at 2 and a half:

-Still tiny. She's still wearing clothes from last summer.

-Still dairy free. We go back to the allergist again in 6 months.

-Still ear infection free.

-She can eat peanut butter now. And it's pretty much changed my life.

-Her speech has really taken off recently.

-Fearless.

-Loves people. Everyone. Everywhere.

-Remember that separation anxiety it seemed she had forever? Her coping mechanism of choice, one kiss, one huge hug and she walks away.

Happy 30 months, Evelyn!

You're "half" now as you've told people all day long. And you're loved. A lot.

Love, Mama