Happy Birthday, Princess!!! (Part 1)

Five years ago (11:30pm, on Oct. 13th), I was in the hospital, trying to sleep, but waking up every five minutes, literally.  I'd fall asleep and then wake up and look at the clock and only five minutes had passed.  This went on for hours.  

Then child birth interrupted my unpleasant night's sleep and after some really hellish hours, our little, sweet pea was born. 

She immediately had everyone ohhing and ahhing over her.

I can't believe how she's grown. 

She was born at 8am on October 14th, with loads of dark brown hair.  I love that I was conscious this time and was able to hold her immediately.  We snuggled and kept each other warm.  It was true love!

We all loved her instantly.

Taylor looking soooooo excited for her blessing day.

She was blessed to gain a testimony of her own, which she has.  I'm sure it will continue to grow as she does.  She was also blessed with health, strength, keen intellect and patience.  She has all those things, except maybe not so much patience... yet. 

She was also blessed to be curious to know of the world and the gospel and to strive to study and learn about them.  And she does have a great curiosity and loves to learn.  It's wonderful. 

Taylor at 6 months.  Her hair quickly lightened to a redish, brown).

At 6 months, she was rolling over, laughing, smiling, eating rice cereal, spitting out rice cereal, crawling, pulling herself up on shelves, working on sitting up all by herself and had 4 tiny teeth.  

10 months old, and taking her first steps.
She says dada, nana and mama.

Happy Halloween.  One year old.

Her favorite book, for the longest time, was Barnyard Dance by Sandra Boynton.

One & a half years old and her hair is getting even lighter, and longer.  She also knows tons of sign language at this point, which was very helpful.

My blonde, little 2-year-old.

At this age, Taylor was already trying to do everything Logan was doing.  She also loved cars, trains, Dora, climbing on tables and chairs, coloring with crayons, playing with Logan, going to nursery, going on walks, going to the park and talking, talking, talking.


She hated taking naps and being told it was time to stop coloring.

Rock on!