2.5 year Bug

I failed to do another monthly update.  Gah!  (Forgive me.)  So, what have we been up to?  Well, we've been semi-settled into my parents' house for almost a month and just as we're settling in, it's already time to really put in some work in finding another place.

What's new?  Well, someone turned 2.5 years old...almost a month ago.  How many months is that again?

2.5 year stats:

Weight:  28.5 lbs (45-50th percentile)

Height:  a wompin' 20th percentile

One word the doc used to describe her:  husky.  In the doc's words, "...not because she gained any weight, but because didn't grow."  Awesome.

Things she currently loves:

1. NAIL POLISH

2. EAR PHONES

3. FROZEN anything- books, songs, movies, dresses, hair ties, dolls, napkins...anything.

 It's not even her birthday.

4- Picking her nose.  This is THE WORST and ALL the kids in her class are doing it.  Look closely at this pic.  Double-fisted.

Bug's personality these days is bigger than ever and by "bigger" I mean bigger tantrums, bigger smiles, bigger (and more dramatic) feelings, and her ears must be getting bigger too because she can hear almost every conversation that goes on around her and repeat it word for word.  It's awesome, I swear.  Her brain is getting pretty big too.  She's officially practicing her letters and can recognize her name when she sees it...partially because a girl's gotta know when her drink is up at Starbucks, right?  No?  Just me?  She is my mini me, attitude and all.  Poor Dad.  She's just got him wrapped around her tiny, chubby fingers.

Posing.  So weird.

 Hey!  How did these two make it in there?  :)

Someone's balance has really improved since beginning dance.  She is such an all-star at dance.  (Is there such a thing?)

Well, there you have it.  2.5 years old and only getting older by the second.  Where has the time gone?  You got me!  It's been awhile since we've written a letter to Bug so here goes...

Dearest Buggy,

2.5 years old!  We can't believe it!  Lately you've been one big ball of fun, chatter, drama, silly, and scary all rolled into one.  Scary, right?  There's not a dull moment with you.  Even in your sleep you can't stop talking.  Many nights Daddy and I hear you dreaming and talking (to your friends, or us!).  You've really grown into your own person...however, I can't remember you not being your own person.  You've become really accountable for your feelings, your actions, and Harlowe.  We are so proud of you.  As much as you boss Lo around, you really do care for her and love her so much. Thanks for looking out for her like her big sister. You are a wonderful Ate. 

Thanks to the movie, Frozen, you've become a wonderful actress.  (Pretty sure you didn't need that movie to help your acting skills.)  For two weeks straight you watched the movie once a day and before and after those two weeks, you watched the music videos every night.  I would say that you may be a bit obsessed-- so much so that we are no longer allowed to sing any other songs in the car EXCEPT for the ones from Frozen.  After watching your very first Winter Olympics, you've decided that after dance, you will become an ice skater.  We'll help you discover the sport, but I'm pretty sure skating on ice skates is far more difficult than skating on carpet with your bare feet...but hey...we're behind you, whatever sport you want to try!  We're looking forward to watching you whine about how much ice shaves from the skates and what a semi-mess it can get.  

You're learning at a pace we cannot even keep up with.  One day you're drawing circles and the next you're writing "E."  One day you're singing "Do You Know the Muffin Man?" and the next you're trying to read books and definitely making up stories.  You are so creative!  Keep up the good work, kiddo. We are so proud of you.  

Nothing melts our hearts more than when you randomly say, "Mommy, Daddy...you're my best friend."  We hope it always stays this way.  We pray it stays this way. 

Recently (and by "recently" we mean this week) you really upped the prayer business when as Mommy was praying before dinner you interrupted her and started praying, "I'm tank-ful for you, Mommy.  Did you know dat?  I'm tank-ful for you, Daddy, and my Lord Jesus."  WHA?!?!  That caught Mommy by surprise and made us feel really blessed that you're gaining some understanding of what role Jesus will play in your life.  And boy are we honored that you would put us on the same level!  Hahaha.  

You make our life complete, Buggy.  Oh, can you stop asking me not to call you Bug?  You're my Bug!  Lately all you say to me is, "Mommy, my name is Ella!  Don't say Bug to me!"  You will always be my Buggy whether or not you want to be.

Love you so much.  You are our best friend.

-Daddy and Mommy

God Bless,

Kat