Sadie turned 2 yesterday. The last time I dedicated a blog totally 100% to her, she was seven months old, give or take. My, how time flies.
Kevin and I debated about what to do for her party all the way up to last Monday. We'd pretty much talked ourselves out of doing anything major when we agreed she needed something special. So we threw together a last-minute family party for her...and by last minute I mean I sent out a text on Monday afternoon for the Tuesday afternoon party. Lucky for us we have good friends and family who apparently have little to do the week after Christmas. Also lucky for us there was a bakery in town with very little to do on a Tuesday afternoon. I realize this is the last year I can get away with impromptu birthday celebrations...but it turned out swell. 
Kevin and I debated about what to do for her party all the way up to last Monday. We'd pretty much talked ourselves out of doing anything major when we agreed she needed something special. So we threw together a last-minute family party for her...and by last minute I mean I sent out a text on Monday afternoon for the Tuesday afternoon party. Lucky for us we have good friends and family who apparently have little to do the week after Christmas. Also lucky for us there was a bakery in town with very little to do on a Tuesday afternoon. I realize this is the last year I can get away with impromptu birthday celebrations...but it turned out swell. Sadie is the quintessential independent child. Except for all the times she clings to my leg and wants to be held, that is. Her favorite words are "I did it!" which, depending on when she uses it, has different meanings. If she is in the middle of doing something and you try to offer assistance, she will say, "No, I did it!" which translates into, "No mother, I would really like to finish this task on my own, thank you very much." If she successfully completes said task, well, "I did it" needs no translation.
She spent thirty minutes today putting her pants on by herself.
Because she screamed "NO! I DID IT!" when I got within a foot of her.
But, in the end, she did indeed, do it.
She also wants to do everything Jackson does. Ev-ree-thing. Last week we went to the mall, and Jackson got to jump on that bungee trampoline thing. After five minutes of watching her big brother jump and laugh and flip, Sadie was all about the jumping. The harness was too big and she barely got a foot off the trampoline, but for those five minutes she was as big as Jackson.
She is our daredevil, our hardhead, our little charmer...the one we will probably have to bail out of jail someday. She will sweetly bat her eyes at you when you tell her to do something and say, "no thank you" before she walks away. She can stare down the best of us, and when you get that look just know her heels are firmly dug in. She is also the one who said, "thank you, momma!" about fifteen times while I assembled her baby doll bed tonight. She is our princess. Our big girl.
Happy birthday, Sadiebell!
