This little girl has my heart. I may not see myself in her face (she looks just like her dad and her Grandma Tara) but when she acts like a mini-me, I melt. Her birth was like something out of a movie...her daddy by my side while both sets of her grandparents waited just down the hall with her brother. She made us nervous when her heart rate dipped with every contraction, but luckily she (being
over 9 pounds) was
an effective battering ram {direct quote from my doctor} and practically pushed herself out within just a few minutes. I wasn't too surprised to see her umbilical cord around her neck. She was always an active little baby. You may remember
a little video I posted of her doing who-knows-what in my belly... I'll never forget the look on Britt's face as his daddy held him and introduced him to his baby sister. He called her
Tallulah CD for the first few days of her life. She loved him right away. He loved to make her smile and laugh, and she loved to call him "Bubba." Eager to play, she crawled to his room every morning to wake him with her calls of "BUBBAAAAAA!" Now she copies his every move. If he's telling a story about something that happened at pre-school, she gets right in the middle of things and tells the same story, just a word behind him.
She's fearless. She is determined. She is loving. She is smart. She is hilarious.
She's as sweet as honey or as bitter as vinegar...depending on the moment. :)
She lives on pizza, pretzels, and apples. (picky eating- one more trait she inherited from me)
She crawled young, walked young, talked young, and potty trained super young.
If you ask her, she'll tell you she's four. And you'd probably believe it.
Happy Birthday #2, little Tallulah Lou!
