Eight is Great

My Pretty, Pretty Princess Amara Amara age 2

Eight years ago I was blessed with my first daughter Amara. We had her induced a week early to make sure that she wouldn't have her birthday on Christmas and Jacob was 1 and I didn't want to miss his Christmas. We got to the hospital at 7:00 am and the induction began. I was started on pitocin and at noon my Dr. broke my water and then went Christmas shopping. I then got an epidural which instantly gave me a headache (very bad sign). At 3:30 pm the nurse came in to check on me. I couldn't feel a thing, I thought I had stopped having contractions. My leg had fallen off the bed and I didn't know it. It turned out I was a 10 so the nurse put me in the stirrups and walked away. Jake walked around the bed and started yelling at the nurse because Amara was already started to come out (no pushing). The nurse only got one glove on and had Jake go out to find anyone to help. About 5 nurses came running in. At exactly 4 pm Amara slide out weighing exactly 7 pounds. My Dr. showed up 5 minutes later.

She was such a pretty baby that everyone, even boys, commented on how pretty she was. Jacob called her pretty until she was about 3 years old.

(Sorry I have yet to digitize my older pictures, so no baby pictures)

Amara age 8

Amara is now a very confident, pretty, beautiful girl. She is my Amazon (definition in the Webster's Dictionary - tall, beautiful woman). She loves school and writing. She is always writing in journals and practicing her hand writing. Jacob is learning to write in cursive so she is now trying that out since it's how I write. She likes being responsible and loves to look after brothers and sister and "be in charge". She totally is the girliest girly girl I have ever met. She'd wear a dress everyday but PE day. Her favorite colors are pink and purple. She can't wait for everyone to be old enough to get a pet. She wants a hamster but would settle for a cat. She also loves being with her friends. They play at school and frequently call her on the phone at home.

Amara worked very hard (cleaned the pantry) and was able to win over Daddy and get her ears pierced. I was very nervous but not Amara. She sat there in the chair and was so brave, she said it didn't even hurt. I was so proud!!! She is the one who has to remind me to clean her holes. She has been counting down the days until she gets to switch out the earrings with the ones Grandma Chipman gave her for Christmas. She is particularly excited to wear the ones that are her birthstone color.

Instead of having a birthday party Amara and I came up with a different kind of "party." She chose one of her closest friends, Lucky, and they went out and got "up dos" at a salon in our neighborhood. Then we went out to The Olive Garden for lunch. We had such a great time and everyone who saw them told them how beautiful they looked.

Amara is such a joy to be around. I love her so much and have enjoyed watching her grow and become her own person. I am very much looking forward to see what her future holds.