Two isn't so terrible

My baby girl turned two years old today. It is a beautiful thing, my dear internet friends. Without a doubt, her birth was one of the best things to EVER happen to me. I love her to pieces.

Porgie has such a fun little personality. She says, "let's go," whenever anyone walks near a pair of shoes. She says, "I love you," periodically - it melts my heart every time. When it is time for bed, she walks around the house saying, "bye bye," to all of her toys.
Porgie has a vivid imagination. She will scribble on a sheet of paper and declare that it is a "butterfly" or a "turtle." She often acts like she is eating cookies, and will even offer mama & dada a bite of her imaginary cookies.
Porgie loves baby Izzy. She will always give him hugs and kisses, but she often tries to share her sippy cup with him too. A few days ago, I found her trying to feed him her baby doll's bottle. My head exploded from all the cuteness.

My baby girl is two.