Lime is 2.

So it happened. Lime turned two-years-old recently. I love her two-year-old dry humor, her love for her sissy, her ability to chug milk, her cuddles and goofiness, her huge unmoving smile and smirks, her love for orange, watching her strut everywhere she goes, her incredible rhythm and moves when she dances and her crazy hair. I love her little imagination, her weird faces while singing, her ability to win anyone over within one minute or less, when she shouts “Hee-err!” or “I’m comingggg!!” I especially appreciate her incredible ability to find anything and her little attitude. I can learn to depend on her demanding presence, stubborness and persistence, because one day, I will miss her two-year-old dramatic expressions, her sneakiness, thumb sucking and belly button rubbing, how she says “ssimm!” instead of “swim” and  my surprise when Husband and I are watching TV at night and I turn around to see Lime standing behind me watching TV too, and not knowing how long she has been standing there.

She is all personality. And we love her very much.