We celebrate half-birthdays, too!

Yesterday, Tassia turned two and a half. We did not bake a cake, but I wanted to say a little bit about her anyway. Mostly because I'm feeling guilty about not keeping up on the little journals I'm keeping for the 3 girls, and here's a way to catch up on writing down some things I've missed.

When I think of what to say about Tassia, I end up with a smile on my face. She is so full of life, so funny. She still runs around every with her tongue sticking out, concentrating on getting the most out of whatever it is she's doing. She's starting to draw and color more, and is very definitely left-handed. (Thank you to whoever invented ambidextrous children's scissors. This is going to save her from the fate I suffered!) She loves to read books, and as soon as I finish a book, her response is, "More of dat!", which means, "Start over, Mom!" And, if I don't get it, she says, "More of dat book!" She has become my little helper, especially where dishes, sweeping, and baking are concerned. She will go get her "apowin" (ie apron) and ask me to "please buckle me up", meaning, please tie it around me. A few weeks ago, we had a problem with our oven. I had to explain to her that I could not bake Franklin a birthday cake, since our oven was broken. She laid her hand on my arm, looked up at me with her sweet face and, "I could help you fix it, if you want."

She will delight people in the street by randomly bursting into song, often "Jesus loves me". She recently decided that I needed to share my small French bible (that I often take to church) with her. I had put it on the bookcase, and she asked me, "Where is my ting to go Amen, Amen?"

Recently, she keeps asking us if we would like to go to the Tassia Restaurant. When I ask what kind of food it serves, she says, "Da kind you nike, and da kind Papa nike and the kind Nina nike." When asked where it is, she says, "Where dat man give us food." ????? If she really likes something, she may say that it's her "pavowit."

She likes to be like her big sister, look at books, and pick out letters. Usually it's the T for Tata! But sometimes, it's the C for cookie (Thank you, Cookie Monster and Sesame Street!)

Recently, she's gotten in the habit of snuggling up next to me, under my arm, and saying, "I'm cuddling wit you."

Hopefully, she won't grow out of that anytime soon.