Happy 2nd Birthday Mae

Two years ago I was terrified at being a father again. (Confession: I still am). Would she have the same auto-immune disease as her big brother?  How much more stress would I personally have with a daughter when a son was almost too much as it was. (Confession: I don't consider myself a very good parent).  Two years ago, I thought my world was dimming. Two years later, it gets brighter every day. 

My mother tells us that Mae is very much as I was as a child. She is bouncy, over confident, proud, fearless, rarely ever catches even a common cold. She is strong, restless and curious. In most ways of course she is her own person. She prefers watching her shows on the computer than the tv. Mae loves to sing and play musical instruments. She refused to sleep in a crib and never slept in a bed, she will only sleep on the floor on a foam pad. She is absolutely the worst waker-upper in the world and regardless if it was a long nap midday or a full nights sleep she wakes up crying and grumpy. A total drama queen, apt to fake cry while slowly laying down on the ground on her belly in a faux faint and going through the motions (though not the energy of a tantrum). Her love language is cold milk. While being a total girl with lots of stuffed animals, her security item is a jumble of silk ribbons held together with a knot. She hates having her picture taken (thus nothing current today). Mae must know where everyone is in the house and often unsolicited will bring soda from the refrigerator so you have something to drink. She already has a chore, she feeds the dog twice a day. 

Quite the traveler, Mae has already been to Europe, Disneyland, Alcatraz and other notable landmarks.  She loves to be outdoors. 

Happy Birthday our Pretty Pink Princess, Beautiful Butterfly. Your sweeter than pie.