The Snow Princess Turns One

Molly

The terror is ONE.

She is beautiful, determined, stubborn, and full of smiles. She bullies her brother and the kids at daycare. She is loud when she’s happy, and louder when she’s mad. She never sleeps, not one full night in an entire year. She loves Bagheera (and he loves her). She enjoys playing in her kitchen and stealing her brother’s legos. She is a tornado with stunning blue (for now) eyes and a contagious laugh. She is so different from her brother with a much wider range of emotion that she is not afraid to show. When she nurses she might sound like a bulldog or look like an angel. She twirls her hair and mine for comfort. She has never taken a pacifier. She clings to me like a Koala when shes feeling needy.

Molly

Miss Mo. My Mauler. Born on the snowiest day of the year, one day shy of Valentine’s day. She is one. No longer my baby. Well on her way to toddlerhood. She is nothing if not intense. To say this year has been easy would be a lie, but I’ll miss it.

Molly