I looked through her newborn photos last night and even ones from a year ago to post, but she’s definitely a two year old. I almost didn’t recognize that newborn face. And to be honest, looking at these photos from this morning make me feel more nostalgic than photos from the past two years.
I love two-year-old Ruby. The wide-eyed, big grin, joyful, crazy-haired, speaks in her own language, thrill-seeking, passionate yet patient, shoe-loving adventurer that we’ve come to know and love so well. I’m finally getting to know my daughter and it’s so, so fun.
Jordan was home today and we’ve had the best day celebrating our favorite two-year-old.
We tell her to stay away from things that are hot and then place two burning candles in front of her. She did blow them out on the third try. Hopefully, we didn’t undo any of our teachings.
sprinkle pancakes, I guess we can officially call it a tradition. Last years here.
chatting away in some unknown-to-us language.
Ruby love, we are ridiculously thankful for your two years. You’ve brought so much sunshine and life into our family.