Not so very long ago . . .

. . . this was my tiny baby. I cuddled and kissed you - snuggled and fed you. You were an ever-adorable babe.
And now you've had the gall to turn two, Miss Ruby! And two looks like this:




Two says things like:
* Auggie take my yoader-tractor, no!
* Is this dang-rous, Momma?
* I'm a titty-tat! Meow, meow, meow!
* I miss you, Momma!
* I hurt myself in the grabble. I so sad! I need a banya!
Two plays with play clay and babies and legos. And two wants to ride a tricycle SO badly. (Sorry about the short legs, baby.) Two is a snuggler and two is a bright ray of sunshine on a gray day. Two wakes in the morning in a cheerful and sweet mood, calling, "Momma, I up! I need somfing to eat. I need food in my mouf."
And two plays with four, you know.

But I do recall when two and four looked like this:

Happy birthday, Ruby Eva. Two with you is as amazing as the first day you arrived. And it will be as amazing as all the years to come.
And now I'm going to bed. Sniff. (I may or may not sob into my pillow.)