Reece is two! She is such a happy, sweet, and smart little girl. She loves, loves, LOVES Tinkerbell and Curious George. I think George is slowly but surely getting pushed out of the picture by Tinkerbell, though. Every morning when I was her what she'd like to watch while I work out, her response is always, "Tinkabell!"
Her birthday was on a Sunday this year, which was General Conference. We got up in the morning, watched conference, had a yummy brunch, watched the next session, and then got ready for dinner! Derek and I had picked up some pizza (one of Reece's favorite foods and one of the few foods we can count on her eating), and I had made her a cake. The presents were wrapped, some of Derek's family came over, and we were ready to have a party!
Reece got tired of opening presents after four or five, so Derek and I were doing a lot of the unwrapping. But she was completely spoiled and got lots of fun presents.
She actually blew out her candle, which I was impressed with. Reece has never been much of a cake fan, so she didn't eat much of her cake. But she ate all of her ice cream, plus some of mine. (She has me to thank for that particular food preference.)
Reece is putting together full sentences, and it's so fun to hear her speak in complete thoughts. She still has those adorable toddler grammar errors, like, "Mom, be careful fall me?" Translation: "Mom, if I'm not careful I will fall?" She double checks the rules with me all the time, whether it be no standing on chairs, no shaking the baby gates, or no running in the house. "Mom, no run Wama's house me?" Translation: "Mom, no running in Grandma's house?" It's darling. She loves her daddy to pieces, and when he's home, she is definitely a daddy's girl. But Derek has been so busy with work and now school at night-time, that we don't get to see him nearly as much as we want to.
I can't believe that two years ago I had this tiny, precious, perfect newborn. Now she seems like such a big, grown-up girl. We love you to pieces Reece!