One, two...buckle my shoe

It's that time again.  The day to ask me: "She can't be two already?!"  But it's true.  My sweet little baby is now a talking, walking, singing, dancing, tantrum-throwing, terrible two year old.  It's amazing how I thought we were overwhelmed at this time last year.  But, oh, how much we didn't know.  (And if you have a three year old, please don't tell me what I'm in for next.  I've realized that I'm an ignorance-is-bliss kind of parent.)

So, in honor of her birthday, here are some facts about Riley:

Her favorite thing to do at the park is swing.  Although, sliding with Daddy and Ella is a close second.  (Yes, our pug goes down the slide.)

She's the world's best (or at least my best) model.

She's an even more impressive leg model.

Nothing can stop the mess of chocolate pudding, even the most secure of harnesses.  If no chocolate pudding is available, she will settle for "manilla."  If no manilla or chocolate pudding is available, she will settle for nothing and promptly throw a fit.

She thinks that all striped shirts are bumble bees!  Might have something to do with this outfit...

 She has a left dimple just like Daddy.

And she knows it.

She may or may not have ingested a good portion of this stick-on window Santa.  Merry Christmas.

She is talented at most instruments, but her real skill is on the "jangle bells."  (Yes, the southern twang is probably my fault.)

She loves all the dogs, but if pressed, she'd admit that Ella is her favorite.  Girls gotta stick together.  Don't tell Parker, he's the jealous type.

She's a bit of a copycat.

She's a cupcake hound.

Those long curly locks are all natural.

And she's everything and more than we ever could have imagined.  Tonight, she is officially a two year old.  We thank God for the opportunity to know your little heart and to watch you grow.  We will continue to do our very best to love you more than anyone else on this planet.  Happy Birthday Riley!