Happy 2nd Birthday Torrance Reagan!!!!

Torrance Reagan you are TWO! 

TWO!

Oh my what a two year old you are!

I thought my last baby would surely be calm and cuddly...as usual, I was wrong. 

You have become our craziest, most stubborn toddler.

Not defiant like Contessa or accident prone like Avery...

but CRAZY!

You are into EVERYTHING. 

You climb, you jump, you scream, you dump, you pour, you open things you aren't supposed to, get in places you shouldn't, tear things that are not to be torn, spill things, break things, stomp things...

oh girl...you are two. 

Our first - terrible two!!!

Torrance, you came into our family and made us complete. 

You can get away with anything you want because you are, 'the baby'. 

You will always have that spot and I am sure you will always get away with everything your brother and sisters do not. And I'm sure they will tease you for it...just come find me...I'll handle them for you! 

I miss your baby days...your cuddly, quiet, sweet days. 

But I do love your fire and your crazy little grin. 

I love watching you play with your siblings and do big girl things.

I love how you know you are doing wrong but you just smile and run away from me. 

You make us all so happy and just as the last born should...you keep us laughing from morning till night. 

We love to hear you talk and see you perform for us. 

You say the word, 'mommy' at least 163 times everyday. 

It grates on my nerves...and someday I will probably cry when it stops. 

Torrance with every bit of trouble you cause I am reminded that you are the last one to make me run in circles...the last one to need me like only a toddler can...the last one to suck her thumb and look up at me when you need a quick reassuring hug.
You are also my first and only - Mommy's girl - not gonna lie...I love it. 

I love you for your mischief and your smile. 

I love that you DO let me rock you before bed.

I love that you love puppies and music. 

I love to watch you dance. 

I love that you call Charlee...Charchee.

PART of me even loves that we have to dress you in layers of buttons, snaps, onsies, zippers and pjs and pants every night to keep you from waking up naked and wet EVERY night!

Thank you Torrance for keeping me on my toes and refusing to let me slow down.

You are either keeping me young or making me really old, fast. 

I cant decide which one it is!

But I know I am thankful for all that you are. 

We are so blessed to call you our baby. 

And so proud to watch you grow. 

You have every single bit of our hearts Tori. 

Happy Birthday, baby.
Happy Happy Birthday.