Two years ago today...

...I had the tiniest little 6 pound baby. She was perfect and beautiful and even tempered from the very beginning. As an infant she rarely fussed, smiled a lot and was just a go with the flow kind of kid.

She has started to hit true toddlerdom with "No!" being one of her most favored words. The tears flow pretty freely when she doesn't get her way and she really does not like it when people leave and don't take her along. I think she is convinced that there are all kinds of adventures waiting for her out there.

She is right, of course. The world is full of adventures. My little spitfire will navigate them all, hopefully with the same determination, glee and humor she shows daily. She's the tiniest of the kids, size wise...her birthday dress is the same one her sister wore on her first birthday. But what she lacks in heft she makes up for in spunk. She cracks me up all day long and never seems to let anything get her down for long.

When I look at her I know she is special. Of course, I think all my kids are special. But there is something about Peanut that I cannot put my finger on. She's got a sparkle in her eye and a grin that is equal parts wise, charming and devious. She's funny for a little kid and seems to find me, her dad and her siblings pretty hilarious most of the time.

I can't wait to see what the the "Terrible Twos" bring. I didn't find them so terrible with the other kids...three has always been more challenging. She'll learn to talk more, there will be potty training and table manners to implement and through it all I have no doubt she'll continue amaze and charm the people around her.

Happy Birthday, my teeny Peanut. Mommy loves you.