Friday, September 15, 2017


To Estella two-years-old.

Your first full sentence was, "oh! It's a hat!"

You ask Alexa, "Play moo-sik."

You say, "thank you" and "you're welcome" so clearly. And if someone (usually your sister) doesn't say "thank you" when you give them something, you say "thank you" and "you're welcome" in different voices. 

You like to hide in various places and then yell, "boo!" when someone finds you or you jump out and yell it and laugh. You are such a character.

You talk so very clearly. You say, "Greta" and refer to yourself as "super Greta" a lot as you trail a blanket behind you and go running back and forth. We keep telling you that your name is Estella. You want to be just like your big sister. (This note was from six months now refer to yourself as Estella Plum)

You are so wild yet so so sweet. 

You are all about the "mine" and "I do it" theses days.

Your scream could shatter windows.

While getting dressed the other day, when I put on your shirt you said, "bye butt-om. See you later!" (Referring to your belly button)

You refer to chicken as "bawk, bawk".

Your refer to your vagina as your "jugga".

You woke up dry and wanted to use the potty, and while you were going, you tooted and said, "Wha's that? An elephant?" Totally seriously, by the way. Your delivery is golden. I couldn't stop laughing and then you did your fake laugh..."he, he, he, he, he."

You sing many songs from "The Sound of Music" and "Frozen". But the best part is when you hide behind me or Greta and lean to one side and say, "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

The other day, you said, "Wha's that smell?" And you went around from person to person, sniffing them and exclaiming, "pee- eeeeeewww!" When Daddy picked you up and hugged you, we realized you had pooped and you were just trying to be funny.

When something is missing, you will be the first to jump up and say, "I find it!" and you proceed to put your nose to the floor and start sniffing and scooting around like a dog.

You wanted to go to the park and have doughnuts on your birthday and so we did.

You weigh 26 lbs and are 34" tall. Your height is something like the 96th percentile and your weight is the 40th.

Thursday, August 10, 2017


To four-years-old.

You told me you liked the smell of coffee and when you grow up you are going to drink coffee...and also alcohol and you think cigarettes smell, "goody. goody." So...there's that to look forward to.

You would ask to sit on my lap every time we sit down to eat. I usually wouldn't let you...but perhaps I are, after all, little for only so long. You are wise beyond your years, Greta, that sometimes I forget you just turned four and just want to be held like I held you the first two years of your life. When I ask you why you want to sit on my lap all the time, you reply, "Because I love you."

Today, you told me that you don't miss me when I go away, but you miss daddy when he goes away, and then you asked when I would be dead.

You tell me you want another little sister...not a little brother because "boys are too loud."

You sing...always. I can't get you to stop even when I ask you to stop...because I have a headache, and although I do love your, my dear, are loud.

You whine and cry...a lot.

You love "The Sound of Music". You and your sister are always performing the songs from it.

We all went blueberry picking for the first time and you did so well, only picking the ripe blueberries. You ate most of the blueberries you picked before we weighed them, and it was very hot outside that day, so when you were ready to go, you plopped down among the bushes and asked which way was out.

You asked to go to the zoo for your birthday, and so we did.

You and your sister have been fighting a lot lately. You are usually quite sweet to her, but you taking things out of her hands while she's playing with them has been our biggest obstacle you have yet to outgrow. (maybe never will? I hope so...for my sanity.) happened in the blink of an eye. There is that saying that the days are long but the years are short...but even the days are short for me. Even the bad ones...the ones I can't wait to be over. Because everyday, you get a little bit older, a little bit wiser, a little bit closer to being on your own someday. Bittersweet, my love. So very bittersweet to watch as you grow from a teeny tiny baby to this sweet little toddler to the sassy little girl you are today.