This week was a week of twos.
Nora turned two months on the 13th...
and Evie had her second birthday on the 15th.
In honor of these milestones, I'll give a quick life update.
Nora now weighs 10 pounds, 9 ounces. She is our chubby baby, as we like to call her, because Evie only weighed about 7 pounds when she turned two months. She now fits into her three month clothes, too. We thought when she originally came out that we had finally gotten our potato baby, a.k.a a baby who is chill and calm and spends most of the day just sitting there. You know, like potatoes do. We thought this because when she came out she didn't scream or throw a fit when the midwives did the newborn exam. She didn't seem to be offended with anyone weighing her or poking her or trying to get her to breastfeed. She was snuggly and sleepy and quiet.
However, as Nora has continued on in her journey of growing older, we have come to realize she is actually not a potato. Calm is not her usual state of being, and rarely does she enjoy just sitting there. If she's not eating or sleeping, she seems to be in a steady state of discontent about something. She is very curious and loves to be held up right so she can look at everything. And when it is time to sleep, she must be snug in a blanket, walked and gently jostled a bit so that she feels she is right back in the womb. Also, she doesn't stay asleep for very long during the day and is still getting up once in the night and very early in the morning.
She is super cute with her big eyes and squishy cheeks. Her hair is starting to get a coppery tint to it like her sister's did when she was little. We love her very much, but she's definitely pretty high maintenance right now.
Evie is such a fun little person. She seems to be accelerating in her learning of words and communicating, which has been pretty awesome. I feel like we are able to connect on a whole new level. She is super goofy, too. She dances and sings and makes funny noises and loves to laugh. Her favorite song to sing is "Let It Go," which sounds like "Waaaaayyyy Goooooo!" and is accompanied, of course, by her magic hands rising into the air. She is a total daddy's girl who loves stroller walks, shoes, trying to sneak a taste of my Sour Patch Kids and sometimes, when the mood is right...holding hands with her friends. She also loves to take things out of boxes and put them into other boxes and then dump the things out of that box and put them right back into the first box. And this keeps her pretty busy.
We had a small family party to celebrate her birthday this past weekend and took her to get ice cream on her actual birthday. A couple of our good friends had a free ticket to Bush Gardens, so we went there and rode rides, slurped slushees, splashed around in the splash pad and watched Elmo perform a rock concert. We found out the hard way that Evie does not enjoy riding rides when I'm not with her. She and her friend, Carolina (who turned two a couple of days before Evie), were going to ride this race car ride together, but Evie started crying before it even started and really lost it when the cars started moving. She was screaming and trying to escape, so the operator had to stop the ride and bring her back to me. Goodness. But we tried a couple more where I was able to go with her, and she did much better. On our way out, Evie got a new stuffed white tiger friend, which she named Roar.
I'd call this second birthday a pretty good one, if I do say so myself.
Another month older for one girl, a whole year older for the other. Time passes in such a weird way...slow in some ways and so very fast in others.
This past week was honestly a mix of emotions for me. On Thursday, my cousin lost his battle with cancer. So even though I was excited to celebrate Evie, our celebrations were tempered by the heartbreak we felt over losing him. He was an extraordinary guy. He was the type of person who made you feel like you were his best friend even though you might have only just met him two minutes ago. You don't come across someone like that very often in life. Though I didn't see him often, I feel so blessed to have grown up knowing him and seeing his passion for life and for people.
I'm reminded of how fleeting life really is. Sometimes I take for granted everything God has given me. I'm reminded to slow down, to be present with my family. To hug them often and cherish each moment. To choose love and joy instead of fear. My cousin was a great example of this.
Rest in peace, Kirk. We all miss you so much.