Moira Ann is Two

Moira is just...breathtaking. Breathtakingly beautiful and breathtakingly exhausting. I always think this one-year-old is the hardest one-year-old I've ever had, but I really think she might have been the hardest. We had to hide all the chairs and stools in the house so she would stop using them to climb onto the counters or into the sink. The word that keeps coming to mind is "intense." She loves intensely, angers intensely, laughs intensely, screams intensely. Oh, the screaming. She does a lot more screaming than my other girls, probably because she is number four and it is the only way for her to be noticed. She hates it when I am looking at my phone for even a second. She gets right in my face and just yells stuff to get me to stop. She has interrupted many a Marco Polo. Even still, there is a sweetness there. She is always nice to other little people and I look forward to watching her personality take more shape. We love you, Mo. 

Here's a little more about her:

She has the most comfort items of any of my kids. She has to have her "blanky, paci, baba" whenever she is tired, sad, or relaxing. 

For awhile she would whisper "Hi Sarah" every morning. Only to Sarah, even if all the girls came down together. 

For several months, every time Jordan would leave the house, she would say, "Bye! Horsey cry!" 

We don't know what that means, either. 

She started crying during Home Alone when the bad guys got hurt. 

Says "I no no" for "I don't know" and "Dank you, Mommy." 

Randomly tells us 15 times per day that "Horsey says nay nay." 

She also says, "Watch a mama!" and "Mom talk you!" When she wants my attention. 

She calls the couch the youch.

She says "hugs" instead of "hold you." 

Vitamins are vi-zas.