This is my little girl, Anna Rose, who at a little over a year old, could identify her colors just well enough to demand green and yellow everything, who asks what EVERYTHING is by saying "right there?," and who seems to believe that every word of the day on Sesame Street means "party," whether it's arachnid, octagon, unanimous, or about anything else she's too young to understand but not too young to say.

She desperately wants to know her ABC's, even though it's just too hard for her to learn them yet.  She can tell you what a multitude of animals "say," as well as a race car, which says "vroom."  She tries to count, she tries to sweep, she tries to change the channel,   figure out the baby monitor, say "hi, how are you today?," to everyone on the phone unless prompted to do so, and she's gotten pretty handy with Daddy's iPhone.  She thinks she's a grown up and all the other toddlers are either babies or kids.

In a few days, Anna will be 2 years old.  The first two years have gone by like a police chase.  I have forgotten more amazing little moments in the last 23 and 3/4 months than I had in almost 29 years before that. Lack of sleep almost certainly played a part.  But now, hopefully, I can start keeping track a little better and share some of the fun our family has along the way.