She is still the smallest baby I have ever held, and yet, holds the record for the loudest. She was just minutes old and her face was wrinkled up from the injustice of it all. She sounded like the world had just ended and in a way, hers just had. She went from being at her own personal spa one minute, to having a bunch of people she had never laid eyes on before staring at her, weighing her, measuring her. One of them even went so far as to stick a thermometer in her tushie. She was not having any of it and she was going to let everyone know that this was not the way things were supposed to work and someone around here had better get cracking and get it right. And they did. She got a warm bath, a tightly wrapped blanket and handed to her Papa. Now this, this was the way things were supposed to be (and the way they still are). Her wailing stopped and she fell into a deep newborn sleep. It seems all she wanted was all of her demands met, in the timeframe she set forth and all would be right in the world. Hers and yours. Two years down the road, nothing has changed. Her will is as strong as ever and we wouldn't trade it for the anything. Ok, there are moments we would trade it. For just about anything...
Of course there is more to Stinkerbell than that (but she did earn the nickname honestly). She is also funny and sensitive, beautiful and mischievous, entertaining and spunky, headstrong, bossy, persistent, independent, cunning, determined...I could go on. Let's just sum it up and say she is Perfect. She is Stinkerbell and she is so good at being everything she is meant to be. She has touched our lives with sweetness, made our lives richer with her electric personality and contagious laughter and her smile could power a thousand suns. She was the last puzzle piece in what is now a complete family, and the fit was exact. She is one dazzling two year old and we could not love her any more!
Happy Second Birthday Stinkerbell!
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