Oh my, Hattie. How you've grown up since you turned one. Or maybe it started with when you began walking. I can't quite pinpoint when exactly it was that you broke out of your shell...but you are out and you are a sweet spunky little girler (as you are affectionately known around here--pretty creative nickname for our little girl:).
It's not hard for an onlooker to figure out who you would call your best friend. You spend every waking minute following Griffy around, imitating him, antagonizing him, laughing at him and making him laugh.
In addition to loving animals...
Hattie, Archie is so blessed to have you as a big sister. When you were born and I saw the love Griffin had immediately for you, my heart exploded. And it exploded again witnessing your instantaneous love for your baby brother.
As I said, you are in such an interesting development phase. You are so much more independent and wanting to try things all by yourself, but yet you are still so dependent on us. You can do so many things by yourself, it's amazing. You feed yourself, with utensils. (Griffin is just learning to do this as a 3 year old:). You drink from a cup, you can sit on a chair and eat dinner. You play by yourself, you read books, you get me a diaper and lay down for diaper changes. Such a little helper you are.
Another amazing quality I see in you is your empathy. You have a very strong sense of how the people around you are feeling. When Griffin and or Archie cries, you cry. Or you come tell me that Archie is "cry....cry..." in your very concerned face. I love seeing how your heart feels and connects with your brothers. The same is true of their happiness. You are a sucker for Griffin's laugh. But so are we all.
Did I mention that you follow Griffin, EVERYWHERE. You copy EVERYTHING he does.
When we get you all tucked in for bed, with your pinky, bluey and da....we say "I love you," and you point your finger back to us, waiting for us to point our finger back to you, to touch fingers in the sweetest little non-verbal, "I love you," that's all of your own invention. We go back and forth while leaving your room, "You." "You." "You." "You."
On one especially tired night, you were almost asleep by the time you hit the pillow (or the corner of the crib that you love to snuggle up in), and I said, "I love you," but I figured you were so tired I started to leave...and I took one last look at you and though your eyes were closed, head buried, you lifted up your little pointer finger to tell me you loved me too.
You, Hattie. You.