Eliza turns three this weekend. We're celebrating with a family party, my Dad is making the trip up from Maryland, and my brother and his family is coming from LI. Eliza requested a princess cake, and we'll have another for Mike and my father in law, as they have August birthdays as well. I'm excited, it will be nice to have lots of people from both sides of the family in attendence.
Growing up, I always felt that someday I would have a daughter. So I was thrown for a loop when Luke was born, I remember holding him right after giving birth and thinking "what do I do with a boy?" When Eliza was born, I held her and thought "what do I do with a girl?"
Luke was an easy baby, probably to make up for the 31 hours of labor he put me through. He slept through the night at three months, just in time for me to go back to work. Eliza on the other hand took only 3 1/2 hours to be born. The delivery room nurse called her feisty, as Eliza slapped her hand away from the bassinet. Eliza was colicky for the first three months of her life (I'm surprised my sister had kids after suffering through Eliza's first Thanksgiving), and didn't sleep through the night until she was seven months old.
The other day Eliza came into the room and I took a good look at her, and I couldn't get over how she's not a baby anymore. We're officially done with diapers, and she loves her Littlest Pet Shop and Disney Princesses, although she prefers Luke's Star Wars toys and Cars. She's still got a crabby streak, but she readily doles out smooches, and is a funny little girl. The other day she saw some kids lounging in front of the library and she said "Look Mom, they're doing yoga."
These are two of many favorite photos of my girl, five day old Eliza in her first denim skirt, and one from a few weeks ago, wearing Grandma's lipstick. I'm a lucky Mama.