I believe I saw the name “Addison” written somewhere and liked it but wanted it to have “Addy” in it instead so we changed the spelling on our own. I have always liked “e” more than “o.” Yup, her mama is just that weird.
Grace is from 2 Corinthians 12:9 ~
And He said to me, “my grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
We gave her the name Klein, which is my maiden name. Maybe we weren’t thinking about that, because I see a lot of the Klein stubbornness coming out these days!
She was twelve days late as you can read about here.
She turned one here.
I am positive I remember blogging about her two year old birthday. Sure I was pregnant and it was the day after Thanksgiving and our little foster guy had just been moved and we had lots of out-of-town family staying with us. But I swear I blogged about it. Crazy much? I found this recap blog, stolen from my sis, Cacey. Half way down you will see Thanksgving dinner, our Disneyland trip and Addy’s Elmo party with her little group of bffs. I guess I need to face the music and realize that the year I was pregnant and puking while parenting double two year olds, I forgot to write a birthday post for my oldest daughter. Hopefully she will recover. Good thing her middle name is Grace, right?
She turned three here and I blogged about it oh thank goodness.
And now my baby is four.
One. Two. Three. Four.
She has had quite a year. Last fall and winter, she was a pretty average toddler with not a care in the world. But this year she has moved around the world, started learning a second language, attended a kindergarten in that foreign language, started to read and much more.
She’s my tender heart, brilliantly smart, dramatic, compassionate, kinesthetic-learner, grace-extending baby girl.
She has humbled me, sanctified me, confused me and angered me. Yet I love her more today than the day I first laid eyes on her.
She is my buddy when I am lonely as can be. She is my shopping partner when there’s no one else. She has seen me cry more than anyone else this past year. She holds my hand because she loves to be close.
She wants to be a princess, a pirate, a ballerina and doctor some day. Not or. All.
She also still loves Yo Gabba Gabba. Some habits just don’t die. Enjoy. ♥