Today my little one is 2. Just like every other mother out there, I can't believe how fast the last 2 years have gone. She's changed so much from the quiet, observant, peaceful baby that she was when she came out.

She was born underwater at 12:55am. I had the privilege of using the newly-approved birthing tub at my hospital. Once I was in there, it only took about 3 1/2 hours before she was born.

Her big sister has always loved her. Even now, when she's deep into the "MINE!" stage and regularly a pain, her sister still loves her.

Now she's two and she can tell you she's "doo." She loves jumping and cd's and being naked. She talks as much as her sister ever did, except you can't understand most of it. She started potty training before she could walk (while she was still scooting.) She loves to set the table for supper. She loves clothes and shoes. She has a special preference for high heels. She's a real pill, but she's so darn cute that she can do just about anything.