Just under 3 yrs ago, I brought home this beautiful helpless baby girl from the hospital. She was sweet and cuddly and depending on us so for everything. All she did was eat, sleep, poop, and cry.
I'm pretty sure aliens have come down and replaced that adorable helpless little baby with this full grown Diva that is now residing in my house. She has come complete with temper tantrums, sassiness, independence, and a love for fashion that the tomboy in me will never understand.
Yes, she is cute as can be when she wants to be, but boy, does she know how to push my buttons. It seems she's throwing a tantrum for everything these days... I took her nightgown off, I put her pretzels in a bowl instead of a plate, I wouldn't get her a band-aid for a bruise she's had for 3 days... is there anything that doesn't upset her? hmmmm... cupcakes?
There seems to also be this little grown up inside of her. She amazes me with the way she talks: "It's cold in this house", "I don't want chicken for dinner, can I have peanut butter sandwich please?" or when she comes into the bedroom first thing in the morning "Hey guys, let's go in the living room." Whatever happened to "Good morning?" Or how about the time that Virgil found her in the corner pouting and he asked her what was wrong and she said "I'm mad at Mommy" and when he asked why, the response was "Because... well... humph..." because she knew if she told him the true answer, he'd just tell her she was being a bad girl.
Of course, there are always those oh so precious moments, like today, we were at Costco and as I'm pushing the cart with her in it through the aisles she's just happily singing "Jesus loves me, this I know..." She didn't miss a word of the song and she got plenty of looks from other customers. You know, those "oh, she's so cute" looks that a mother beams about. I just wish she'd be that cute all the time, but I guess we have to enjoy the good moments when we can!
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