Denakisland: Happy Birthday to my Baby, uh... I mean Toddler!

Oh my gosh, I can't believe 2 years have gone by. I can't believe she isn't technically a "baby" anymore. Can I at least still get away with calling her the baby for 8 more years or so?

This are the things I've learned over the last 2 years:

I STILL hate the terrible 2's... even after 8 and a half years.
Little feet are so fun to play with in the wee hours of the morning.
I enjoying doing little girl hair! Who would have known?
Shoes are a wonderful thing. Collect as many as you can.
Same goes for hair pretties.
And baby dolls.
I must be a good mommy because When Jaizy plays with her baby dolls she is the bestest baby-doll mommy ever. Monkey see, monkey do, right?
I can still read "How Do Dinosaurs Say Good-night" by memory.
Same with "I Love Your Forever"
And "Where The Wild Things Are"
And "Quick As A Cricket"
And "Oh The Places You'll Go"
All in my teacher-mommy-desiree way of reading books.
Chocolate Milk is a requirement for good behavior.
Mommy and Daddy's beds must be far more comfortable than big girl beds.
A smile is a good way to get out of trouble. (Man! She learned this one YOUNG!)
Little girls + pencils = very artistically decorated dining table chairs.
Big brothers all have their special place in little sister's hearts. They all have a certain purpose. Matthew is for entertainment. JoNathan is for playing with. Caden is for cuddling with. (see pictures below)
All Daddys should have a little girl if they want one. (See pictures below)
That Mommys should too, even if they didn't know they wanted one.