My sweet Elisabeth Anne, your birthday was actually 2 days ago, but your poor old mom has been a bit circumfluzzled with all the chaos in our lives the past few days. Ice Storm ’09 didn’t phase you a bit, though! You are just as feisty as ever. How much you’ve grown and changed over the past year–well, changed at least. You haven’t really grown all that much at all, little peanut! We call you the firecracker, because as beautiful as you are, you can explode at any minute, usually in the form of whacking the snot out of someone (Samuel and Aidan are your favorite targets). Your vocabulary is exploding every day as well, and you continue to say new words and phrases that just crack us up. You love to climb, jump, run, and flip, and sometimes give the more weak-hearted family members quite a scare. You can be absolutely exhausting because you’re busy and into something all the time, but you have each one of us wrapped around that sweet little finger. All you have to do is crinkle that cute nose and flash those dimples, and we all just melt. You show great concern and compassion for those around you–everytime someone coughs, sneezes, or even burps, you sweetly and with great sympathy say, “Okay, mom?” or “Okay, dad?” You, like Catherine before you, are very good at learning your siblings’ and cousins’ various buttons and pushing them with great pleasure. Oh, Elisabeth. My little thumb-sucker, snuggle-bug, firecracker. Happy birthday, sweet girl. I can’t wait to watch you grow and learn this year.