Wednesday, January 6, 2010

For the Love of a Teeter Bees



Where do I even start?  My first born.  My angel.  My "mini me."  She is my alarm clock in the morning and my lavender tea in the evenings. 
I love her big beautiful eyes and the way her little teeth fit together.  I love her imagination and her belly laugh.  I love that she is too smart for her own good. I love that she worries about other people.  I love that she always says "bless you" when someone sneezes.  I love, love, love her love of elephants.  She could talk about elephants non-stop for days.  She loves their size, their color, their sounds, their feet, their eyes.  She loves that they can be a part of the circus [which she also loves] or at the zoo, or in the wild. Nothing can compare to elephants.  She wants to ride an elephant so bad she simply can't stand it.  When she talks about riding an elephant, she lights up.  Her little hands move in all directions, her eyes get really big, and you can just see on her face that it would be a dream come true to ride an elephant.
I love how much she loves her sister.  I love that she calls Bowbas "honey."  "You ok, honey?"  "You need some juice, honey?"  It is adorable!  I love that she almost always shares with her sister.  I love that she loves for her uncle to squeeze her.  I love that she loves to be freightened.  If you hid somewhere, jumped out and scared her out of her skin she would love it. She laughs everytime.  She likes the adrenaline rush.
I love that she likes to be covered with three blankets at night.  I love that she is a little movie buff.  I love her little chipmunk voice, her soft cheeks, and tiny tiny hiny.  I love her hugs especially before I leave for work.  I love the way she sings at the top of her lungs.  I love the way she calls turtles "turders."
I love her creative side, and that she always wants to help Mom with her projects. I love that she appreciates the little beautiful details, just like me. I love the way she loves to tell her parents about her day.  I love her Elvis lip when she talks, and the way she barely opens her mouth if she is giving a one word answer.  I love how she gets in my bed and covers up just to relax for a little bit.  I love her love of Christmas lights.  I love that she enjoys dressing up.
I love how much she loves me. I love how much I love her.  I cannot get enough.  I am excited to see her in the mornings, and I miss her after she goes to bed.  I love the witty things she says.  For example, we were visiting some friends not long ago.  Teeter was playing with the Cheeky B (our friend's baby) and I said "Teeter is the baby over there with you?"  Her response was "Yeeaaahh"  "What is she doing?"  and her response was "being small and cute!" She is just witty!  Or how about "Oh Mama! Am I beautiful?" after she puts on all the dress up clothes in the house.  I could probably write a book about little witty Teeter Bees' one liners.
I love her!  Love, love, love her.  I could not live without her. I could not live without either of my kids.  I have been truly blessed, and I am beyond thankful every single day for the many blessings in my life.

2 comments:

  1. I should tell you the Teeter Bees blog was not my PMS blog. ;)

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  2. I love that she acts like a little Mama taking care of the littles :D soo big of her for that age!

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