Naomi and her best friend Hannah Banana dancing in our living room
I was sooo excited when the ultrasound tech gave me the sign that we were indeed having a girl. My mind flashed forward to dainty clothes, beautiful pigtails and innocent kisses.
I actually left the doctor's office and headed straight to the mall. My first girl shopping adventure.
I now realize that I never needed to.
There is no need for beautiful bows and dainty clothes.
But there is definitely a need for patience, laughter and naked bums. You see, we have another child who does not enjoy underwear.
We have a daughter who refuses to let you even BRUSH her hair. But it is so strange. She is as girly as they come. And yet, not so much...at all.
I posted the close up shot because her hair is driving me crazy. I have a bowl of adorable clips, flowers and bows. They just sit there. Because, you see, if I actually body strap her and put these little trinkets in her hair, she rapidly pulls them out...with a whole chunk of her fine, straw-like hair. We just don't have that much hair to spare. So, we don't bother.
As for the clothes. She chooses her own. I have surrendered.
The other day I took her to read to Jake's kindergarten class. The girls all noticed her outfit.
"Why is she in her pajamas? Why is she wearing slippers?"
What was I supposed to tell a group of 5 year olds?
I felt like saying, "Cause she's a pistol...what do you think?"
I instead replied that she is just a silly goosehead and we are not sure why she is so crazy. They laughed. So did I. What else do you do?
Here's to my strong-willed little angel. My adorable little girl who rules our house with an iron fist. A typical two year old. I'm patiently waiting. Waiting for the bows. And the clips. And the matching outfits. Someday maybe.