To My Sunshine Vaughn Emerson,
We’ve had a rough year, but when I rock you at bedtime, snuggle your sweet body, sing you songs, look into your still chunky face, kiss those cheeks of yours, I genuinely view you as a bright spot in my day no matter how challenging our day together has been. You are a riot. Your dancing is some of the best I’ve ever seen. You love to enrage your sister and you are quite good at it. You have figured out what her buttons are and are on a mission to push as many of them as you can, I find this at the same time maddening and hilarious. I called to get a speech therapist evaluation for you and within a week you were talking about twice as much as before, you must have heard me talking to them and decided it was time to break the silence. The words are coming slowly, but I can see the gears turning in your head. You understand what people are saying way more than you let on. You love to be rough: wrestling, jumping off of things, punching, biting, slapping, hitting, kicking and just generally making your presence known. Unlike me you really enjoy being outside, we got a baby rollercoaster from a friend and you can ride on that thing non-stop, you love a thrill. Much to my dismay you have become a picky eater, I’ve always said I wouldn’t cater to that, but on more than one occasion I’ve handed you an applesauce pack before bed in hopes that you wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night starving, this mama likes her sleep. You turning two was a rough one for me, the end of us having babies in our house. I now understand why the baby of the family stays a baby longer, it’s very hard to let go. I’ve started rocking and snuggling you more than ever before as I hold on to this phase for as long as I can. I can’t stand the thought of the transition to the bed or potty training because that feels really really final. While I’m holding you back in these small ways I’m doing my best to usher you into the next phase, teach you as much as I can, and help you bloom. While I know logistically you need to go to preschool next year in order for me to get my work hours in, I’m secretly (or not so secretly) hoping you are waitlisted one more year so I don’t have to let you go quite yet. I’ll let God work that one out and be satisfied with either outcome. I just love watching you grow!!
Love you forever,
Here are just a few of the hundreds of photos from our photoshoot with Jenna at the end of September. There are SO many good ones of you, but for time sake here are four of my favorites.