From the Files of Miss Bubbly

There exists a stereotype of the middle child: moody, whiny, acts out for attention. Barring the occasional whine, that couldn't be less like our spunky spark of a child.



You can see it in her face, even when she's tired. She absolutely sparkles with fun and mischief (of the mostly harmless variety). The Hub called her "bubbly" yesterday and I had to agree with him over her protests, because it fits her personality exactly.



She may have diabetes, but you wouldn't know it from her complaints. You'd know it by the bright way she announces it to every new friend she meets. And when she has to eat a little differently from the rest of us--a little more healthily, usually--she doesn't complain. (She doesn't complain when we find her sugar-free candy to eat either.)


Miss Bubbly is fearless. She loves to lead, she loves to explore, and she often pushes her older sister to do the same.


Even if the end result isn't what she expected, like the end of the sidewalk:



She has no fear of heights, either, which caused me much trepidation until I knew she was big enough to be more cautious and had a better sense of balance.



She loves everyone. She counts among her best friends, aside from her sister, her little brother who lights up every time she comes into view:



Her daddy:



And sometimes me. Here she's singing the Ariel song to me (the "aaahs" that Ariel sings as Ursula the Sea Witch takes her voice):



She loves to sing and dance and pretend. She loves FUN! and she has more energy than I have ever had in my entire life.

We love our bubbly girl.