Too bad Aunt Crystal chopped her head off
Great Grandma, Madeline, and Lillian
Grandman, Big C, and Lillian
Lillian and her Pillow pet
Me, me, me, I do. Although Lillian's birthday was on Thanksgiving, we had her celebration on Saturday, and for some reason that just feels more official. That is when we had the cake and the family over, so I guess that explains it. (seriously, why does a crazy woman try to justify herself...one never knows)
We had a great day, I made her a cake, which she actually got to really attempt to eat for the first time and for the first time, she seemed to really enjoy opening her gifts. Her favorites?? Well, her Grandma gave her a baby...Lillian named her "aayee" or something akin to what we think is Ally. We got her a baby that cries and sucks a bottle and "breathes" while it sleeps, BUT I believe the number one winner was a kid's broom and dustpan, she could hardly put it down, I knew she would love it. We had a nice day. Not sure if she really "gets" birthdays, but I think she had fun. I wish I could show you how she showed us all her clothes, each one she opened she held up with two hands (like you would do if you were holding it up and checking it out) then she would show each one of us the front and the back. It was absolutely joyful.
At one point in the day, I was sorting through some clothes someone brought me for her and I was making stacks on my rocking chair of summer and winter. Two minutes later, she was stacking her new clothes on her chair the same way that I was. It was adorable.
Many times I feel I lack in talking about her personality, well, let me tell you she is full of it. She is such a helper. She loves to help with anything going on in the house. She loves to put dishes away, put up groceries, dust, do laundry...anything. She will tease her favorite people that come over, and if more than one of them is in the house, she will go back and forth between them with a coy little smile. She is a happy little light that shines in our ugly world every day. She touches your heart and even those that are not fond of children can't help but be drawn in by her.
Today she went potty and she thinks she is something when she sits on that tiny little seat. Who knew there could be such pleasure in using the bathroom? Right now she is sitting at my feet tormenting Daddy with her broom and giggling incessantly...I wish you could hear, my four year old girl!!
