Happy, happy Birthday to my sweet, sweetie-pie!
When you were in my tummy, I SO hoped you would be a girl. I thought it would be fun to have a daughter after two sons, but I didn’t know it would be THIS much fun! I love every single thing about you: the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, your chubby kissable cheeks, your sweet little voice, your infectious giggle, your spunkiness, your tender-heartedness that wants to kiss and cuddle anyone who’s hurt or crying, your eagerness to help me with anything I’m doing… “Doing, Mama? Doing? Hep me?”
It warms my heart every time you push a chair up to the counter to “help” wash the dishes, or stir batter, or poke your fingers into bread dough. You like to hand me the wet clothes from the basket while I’m hanging them up, and take the dry ones from me to put in the basket. “Hep me, Mama, yaundry.” You help me straighten the blankets on my bed, too, and “Tie up!” (tidy up) your room and your toys. You are SO much more interested in all of this than the boys ever were! It’s wonderful!
Your latest new thing is your “BCB’s”. Ben has started learning to write his alphabet letters, and you demand to sit right beside him and do your “BCB book” too. You make tiny little “O’s” all over the paper and say, “Yook, Mommy! BCB’s!” One morning I was journaling in bed and you woke up early so Daddy brought you in to cuddle in our bed. As soon as you saw me writing, you started asking, “Doing, Mama? Witing? Me, Mama? BCB’s too?” When I wouldn’t give you a turn with my pen, you started kissing my glasses, over and over…
You’re Daddy’s girl, that’s for sure. Whenever you sit still long enough to let me do your hair, after I’m done you pop up saying, “Dad-dy? Dad-dy? Yook, Dad-dy!” and run to wherever he is. You preen and twirl and he always tells you how beautiful you look - it seems to matter so much more what he thinks than what I think, and that is just fine by me!
I love how you like to play tea party with me (just like I hoped!). We make your bed into a “house” by putting your blanket over the top, and we crawl in there together and set up your doll and teddy bear. You are a great little hostess, offering “moah tea?”, pouring out tea for both of us, asking if I want “muk?” and “shoogah?” and then stirring something up and saying, “Cake?”
I love how you cuddle your dolls and stuffed animals and put them to bed and kiss their owies. But you also love playing “Tahguh Tickuw” (Tiger Tickle) with your brothers, and playing with their cars, trains, LEGOS, and anything else you can get your hands on!
You ask for your favorite songs every single naptime and bedtime - “Happy Cap Cap” (If You’re Happy and You Know It) and “Joy Joy Joy” (Down in My Heart). You do all the motions and say all the words in the right places and grin at me the whole time. It’s completely adorable.
You’re starting to pray at mealtimes: “Deah Jee-judge.. (moment of silence)… ey - MEN!” and at bedtime you’re starting to listen to stories about Him. You’re beginning to learn how wonderful He is, and I can’t wait to teach you about Him and watch you come to know Him for yourself.
You’re great at interacting with our local friends here - you say “Ashalom” (Assalam Aleykum) to my helper when she arrives, with a little inclination of your head and your hand over your heart. She just melts! All our neighbors love you and call you “Rubeeshka”, the Russian affectionate nickname, whenever we go out for a walk. And you regularly ask about our best friends down the street by name: “Noda come howoos?” (come to our house) She came to your birthday lunch and you were so thrilled to share your “Cake” with her.
You have so many words now. I loved how you talked over your birthday tonight before you went to sleep. “Wooby birfday? New trike? Cake? Boys? B’lloon? Gamma Skype? Noda came? Cake?” This morning I softly came into your room singing a quiet “Happy Birthday to you…” You were lying down on your blanket, but when you saw me you quickly sat bolt upright and said, “Cake?”
As you approached this birthday, you started saying “Shelf! Shelf!” (self) all the time. You really want to try things on your own: putting on tights (how’d that work out for ya?), reaching for your toothbrush, cutting your own pancake, putting away your stack of clean clothes. (Yeah, just shove ‘em in there!) You are so independent and already quite competent for such a little person - a force to be reckoned with!
Yes, you are your mother’s daughter - verbal, stubborn, endearing, relational, affectionate, possessive, lovable, independent, spunky, cuddly, obstinate, winsome. We love every minute with you, our precious little jewel,