Dear Rora and Lala,

Your daddy and I couldn’t imagine our lives without you both in them.  You are both growing so much and we love watching you both develop into your own little persons.

Lala, you are about 2 1/3 years   You are learning about MINE – but, you’re also learning that not everything is yours.  You still love to share with others, especially when you’re wanting to share MY COOKIE.  (But, that’s okay.  I couldn’t think of anyone better that I’d like to share my cookies with.)  You finally figured out how to jump, and have become quite the gymnast with all of your jumping, rolling and dancing.  You have a servant’s heart and are constantly just wanting to help, whether it’s chores or making someone else’s “boo-boo” all better.  Unfortunately, your favorite food right now is hot dogs with mustard and ketchup and nothing else.  That, and crackers.  You would eat crackers all day long if we let you.  Your favorite song is… P-p-poker face (by Lady Gaga).  You ask us to turn it on the radio often, and luckily we haven’t bought the cd for you.  Can’t you learn to love amazing grace or something?  You know…wholesome song and lyrics I actually can sing to you?  You are beginning to really make outside relationships now.  Besides Mimi and Pa, you’ve really taken to “Aunt” Amanda.  She’s one of the first adults I’ve seen you take to in this degree.   We’re working on your ABCs  and  numbers (1-10) and learning  (and drawing) CIRCLES.  You love swimming in the pool (or bathtub) and you still love reading.  You love your 80 bazillion baby dolls (although I think it’s time we thin your collection out a bit) and like to “cook” for them with your mini set of pots and pans.  You adore your baby sister and are such an excellent helper.  Occasionally you get in trouble, but for the most part you are wonderful and sweet.  (Thanks for that.)

Rora, you’re 3 1/2 months old and besides eating and sleeping, you are one giggly and smiley baby!  You love to squawk and grin as you try to stand up.  You hold your head up really well and love practicing.  You don’t spit-up anything like your sister did as a baby and I’m convinced it’s the difference in what we’re feeding you (breastmilk vs. formula).  You love being held and at times seem a little more fussy than your sister did at your age, but I think that has a lot to do with situational things.  Like, with Lala, she was already in her own crib by now.  And, with you, we realized time goes by WAY TOO FAST…so you get to stay with us for a while longer.  – That, and I really don’t think I could walk through the land-mine that is your sister’s room and safely breastfeed you and put you back to sleep by morning.  And, I do love watching you sleep.  You are a big cuddler and I love waking up to you snuggled up to me, your tinyness fitting snuggly against me, with your arm thrown over your face or behind your head.  Gosh.  Can you please stop growing so fast?

Girls, things are about to change in some pretty huge ways.  And, while it may not turn out quite like we’re hoping it will, I hope you can look back and just know we’re trying our best.

I love you – to infinity and beyond.

Mama

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