My little Beezy,
Today Meemoo and I decided to go on a photography excursion. Since it was beautiful outside, we took you to Coulon Beach Park so you could play. While we were there I realized just how big you’ve gotten.
We didn’t need a stroller.
You ran around like a big girl and didn’t need to be carried or pushed around. You picked a flower and held onto it for a long time while taking in the scene around us. When we saw some duckies, you went as close as you could without running after them.
You played at the playground and didn’t need anyone to help you most of the time. You swung on the big kids’ swing all by yourself!
There were turtles. Lots of them. Four in a row on a log. A few scattered on some of the other logs. And even more swimming around. You liked seeing them and now we can’t wait to bring you and your sister to the zoo.
After you got tired of the playground we went to the “beach” area where you walked in the sand and played in the water. When I tried to stand in the water with you, I felt like my feet were going to freeze off. It was so cold! I don’t know how you could stand in that water so long, but you did. And you played. You splashed. And got your little dress all wet.
But it didn’t bother me one bit because you were having fun.
You were sad when we had to go and so was I. Except it was getting late and mama forgot to bring water. If you knew what I had done you’d tell me, “You’re creezy, mama!”
To make up for leaving early, I bought you some ice cream. Which you ate all by yourself. You big girl, you. Of course, mama and Meemoo had to get some for ourselves too. We’re big girls, it’s okay. Even though I sometimes say I want you to hurry and grow up, today I wished you wouldn’t.
In a week you’ll be 2.5 years old. I can’t believe it.
Maybe one day in the future you’ll ask me why I haven’t posted up a lot of pictures of you recently. It’s not because I don’t think you’re adorable or anything. As a matter of fact, you might actually be too cute for anyone’s good. Everyone who knows you now will agree with me when I say this.
You hold us captive with the sparkle in your eyes, the chunks of your cheeks, the singsong of your voice, and your infectious laugh. Your ability to shock us everytime you do something new keeps us entertained. I’d absolutely LOVE to put up more photos and videos of you, but there’s one problem.
You won’t wear anything but your training pants.
Hell. If you had it your way, you’d drop those too. Trust me. I completely understand. That’s why I have no problem with you running around the house with nothing but your Pull-Ups on. Enjoy it while you can because when you’re older, you will have to wear more. At least, most of the time.
The thing is, because I allow you to run around that way, most moments captured on camera will be of you like that. You will thank me when you’re older that I held back. Because at this very moment I would love nothing more than to post pictures of your cuteness all over the internet for the whole world to enjoy with me.
So I’ll hold myself back and post only the photos and videos where you’re at least wearing a shirt with your training pants. At least, I’ll try. Except, every now and then there will be one that I couldn’t resist putting up.
I blame you. For being so cute.
The party turned out great despite the fact that I forgot to put out the sour cream and guacamole. Amsister came to my rescue and helped me out with the cooking and setting up, while Dave and Niknik finished up the decorating. We were a bit late on the schedule, but what do you expect? We live stateside, but we were programmed since before we were born with the Guam-time motto. If the party is scheduled to start at a certain time, you arrive or start the party two hours later.
Tacos, pizza, and fruity nachos. Yum.
We had fun. The kids had fun. The food was good. The company was great. We didn’t get to do all that I wanted, and the company started to depart before we could open the presents, but it was still great.
Despite the success, I’m not doing this again for a long time. It was way too much for one person to handle. I got lucky Ams was there to help me sprint to the finish.
On that note, Mom Auayan likes Ams. She senses that Ams is a good person. I agree. Besides, mom’s never wrong when it comes to first impressions.
Tomorrow is Maeby’s actual birthday. She will have a cake all to herself. It’s a soy chocolate cake. It looks tasty.
Pictures from today and tomorrow will be up soon. Promise.