I went back and looked at my posts from the day before and the day of Tessa’s birth. I am surprised by how different it is from my memories of it. But the important things remain in my memory: her first cry, locking eyes with Steve after we saw her, that first night in the hospital watching her sleep on my chest and falling in love with her, watching Sabrina touch her head for the first time.
Like everyone says, I can’t believe it has been 2 years and I can’t believe that she hasn’t always been here. Tessa, my little Crabby McCrabberson, has been such a different experience than Sabrina.
Tessa has been her own person from the first day. She has never hesitated to let us know what she was unhappy with something. She knows what she wants, when she wants it, and most definitely how it should come about. But aside from having crabby and demanding moments, she is hysterical. She makes me laugh every single day. We can’t wait to hear what she has to say if she ever decides to talk. She is fiercely a momma’s girl but also much more independent than Sabrina was at this age. Sabrina would stick close to me and observe situations at this age. Tessa either wants to be physically attached to me or wants to do her own thing entirely.
She adores her big sister. (This morning, Sabrina trying to take over show Tessa how to use the letter ball.)
She is much more serious about things than Sabrina tends to be.
We have to work a little harder for her smiles but they are pure sunshine.