Gwen

Gwen always brings me a little cup for her to put her snacks in. She likes them to be contained and neat. Sometimes its grapes or cheerios. Today it was pretzels. She was eating her pretzels neatly on the coffee table, when she announced that she needed water. She then went and got a cup and got herself some water only to come back and find that Gabe (who is not so orderly) had massacred her neat little situation by pouring out the pretzels and pounding them into the table and carpet. Upon seeing the situation I expected Gwen to cry or smack Gabe. Instead she shrugged her shoulders dramatically, and sighed heavily. "Bubby," she said, "Next time just ask me. Just ask me Bubby."

She is such a sweet heart. I can't believe what a little miracle she is. She sits next to me and copies my mannerisms and words. Puts her hands on her hips and says, "Mummy, I think, I no like that," when she disagrees with me. She crosses her legs and curtsies when she is showing off her dress. She always makes sure that Gabe gets equal attentions from both strangers and loved ones.

She is kind and considerate; impulsive and dramatic. She is lovely and quirky and energetic. She is such a lady and such a kid.

She is just beautiful and i'm so happy that of all the possibilities, she was the one that made me a mom.