The poor neglected second born child. Sharing the spotlight from day one, big brother crawling up into the hospital bed to poke at her brand new face. Hauled around to germ-filled story times and sprinkler parks when she'd surely rather have been cozy at home in her crib, sleeping her newborn days away. And the picture situation. Number of pictures of Anderson's first year? Probably around 4,000. Vivian's first year? Probably around a quarter of that. Number of those photos featuring Vivian and Vivian ONLY, no big brother sticking his face or his arm or his naked butt into the frame? Um, 10 or so? Poor baby Vivi. So last night, when our boys were away mowing for a friend and we were left alone for the evening, it was time to take out the camera and let my second baby shine.
And oh, I'm so glad I got these bedtime photos of my girl and her loves (Kiki the monkey, and The Lovey). I love this girl so much it makes me want to explode into tiny happy pieces just thinking about it. Her girly little wiggles and squeals, the way she instinctively loves on her Kiki like a sweet little mama monkey, tucking him in close and patting his back with comforting pats. Her natural inclination to take every brightly colored hair tie out of my bathroom drawer and stack them all up her wrist and arm, then wave and throw bright smiles this way and that. And the shoes, how she loves the shoes, the pinker and/or sparklier the better. And the kiss blowing! She blew a parting kiss at the grocery store the other day as I lifted her into the car. Little love. She's the best surprise of my life, this one.
My little Bumblebee, 15.5 months.