My girl

This is Ella.  She is 2.  I've raised 2 other 2 year old prior to her, but she takes 2 to a whole new level. 

She's beautiful, happy, funny, and likes to play in the toilet.  And color on walls.

She sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Jesus Loves Me at the top of her lungs.  She also spits her chocolate milk out down her white shirt.  She no longer gets chocolate milk.

She laughs a lot and she loves, loves, loves her brothers.  She also bites, smacks and kicks her brothers, all out of love, I'm sure.

She loves to play dress up, loves the color pink and loves to smear pudding, jello, ice cream or yogurt in her hair, the moment mommy gets up from the table.

She is tough as nails, and can fall down, fall off of things, and get right back up.  She also screams bloody murder if you tell her no.

She wants to be a "Big" girl, but still isn't ready to give up her beloved binky.

She is fearless, and scares her mommy to death on many, many, many, many occasions.  Many.

This is Ella, she is 2, she STILL does not sleep through the night.

I love you Ella Boo, you are the light of my life, and even though make me question my parenting skills, every single day, I wouldn't trade this time in your life for anything.  Tomorrow I will be teaching you how to scrub ink pen off the dining room walls.  :)