It's your birthday!

Officially. The date of your birth: February 6!

We're taking you to Cafe on Broadway for a little birthday cupcake/muffin, even though we're having your official birthday party next Saturday at Chick fil A.

I am so excited you are One. You are brilliant. You did the signs for both "please" and "more" tonight on the couch...chocolate pudding is pretty inspiring, apparently. You are so spoiled and get to stay up and watch 30 Rock with us every night while your brother is usually in bed around 8:30. Technically, we get you to sleep while watching, but you usually wake up, ready to party sometime before we're ready to go to bed. Tonight, we played a game where we put a cup on our face and talk into it. You thought it was pretty funny. And you think its funny when I pretend like your hand is hitting my face so hard, it moves it.

And you are in love with your daddy. Every time I say, "Look at this!" to him, you look up and smile to make sure he is.

Still remember those BIG brown eyes looking up at me when they laid you on my tummy minutes after you were born. What an amazing, crazy thing: that that's how humans get here, straight out of other humans. And that you were "someone...a girl..." and now you are Berea, Berea Abigail, the joy of your Father(meaning of Abigail) and a diligent searcher of the Scriptures (Acts 17:11)...ok, well, maybe not yet, but we're pretty sure you're interested.

Joy of your Father

You love to make us laugh. And you love to laugh yourself. Last night, you kept looking away and whipping your head back around to look at daddy in the eyes and when he did it back, you thought it was hilarious.

You clapped your hands "Yay" when I said Yay when we got to Walmart yesterday. First time you put the two together, yourself, I think...the word and the clap.

To fall asleep, you have a ritual of nursing, sitting up, bouncing a little, and then leaning back against me or your Dad and just general flopping around a lot. D-d-d-d-d-d-deh is what you say while you do this.

You have more hair and some curls and I love them. I love rubbing the back of your neck, where those curls are, while you sleep near me.

I think I've completely given up on sleep-training you at least until you're weaned. Looks like its you and me, as long as you need it to be, to fall asleep. Looking forward to many more flopping around sessions...