Eloise less than 24 hours old.
When Eloise was an infant, I constantly thought about how easy she was. How nice it was that she slept so much. That she didn't need as much as her big sister did. That she was going to be my ideal little second child. But then she found her voice, and her personality came busting right out. Eloise is many amazing things, but the words "easy" and "laid back" don't really fit her.
Eloise on her first birthday.
I was at a party recently and was chatting with another mother I had just met. When she asked me which children were mine, I pointed out Iris and Eloise. Her eyes grew large and a smile spread across her face. "Eloise," she said "has so much energy and joy!" She described, to a "T" the essence of Eloise. She radiates exuberance to the very ends of her crazy curls.
As I relayed the story of this conversation to a close friend of mine, my friend began to compliment me for my part in Eloise turning out to be such a charming, sweet, hysterical, joyful little girl. I turned to her and said that I didn't think it had anything to do with me. All I could take credit for is staying out of her way and letting her do her thing. She is about as opposite from me as you could get. If I hadn't given birth to that little girl I would swear she isn't even related to me. She has more passion and zest in her little pinkie finger than I do in my whole body.
Eloise on her second birthday.
I adore Eloise to pieces. She brings so much laughter to our family. So much comic relief. Matt, Iris and I would be three very serious and boring individuals without Eloise in our lives. I can't wait to see who she grows up to be. I joke that she's going to be famous some day, and relaying stories in interviews about how she was "singing and dancing since I was three!" Because she has. If Eloise has an audience, she is perfectly at home.
Eloise on her third birthday.
So now my baby is four. I want to soak in every day of her. I want to spend the rest of my life learning from her.