At two, Crosbi is really becoming her own little person. She's extremely independent, but has the sweetest spirit. She's quick to tell us she can do something by herself - "Cobby do it." But she's just as quick to ask for a "goop" (group) hug. Melt my heart. She throws one heck of a tantrum, but she often says I love you and I'm sorry unprompted, making the meltdowns a bit more bearable.
Crosbi is talking up a storm. Todd and I have conversations with her about her day, her family, and her favorite toys and books. The girl loves to sing. She has quite the catalog of songs these days. I can't think of anything sweeter than hearing her sing Jesus Loves Me, Deep and Wide, and Twinkle Twinkle.
At two she can name all of her ABCs and numbers 0-9 and counts to fourteen (which she sometimes refers to as one-teen). She is loving preschool. She tells me all about her friends (especially Adomas and Jacob - really hoping she makes friends with other little girls soon!) and her teacher jokingly told me that Crosbi could teach the class. It's already looking like she'll have a passion for school and learning like I did.
Not every day is a good day. The
terrible terrific twos are in full swing, but we're finding our rhythm. I couldn't be more thankful for such a funny, loving, vibrant little girl who I am so blessed to call mine.
Happy birthday my sweet Crosbi!