I always dreamed of having a daughter. I wanted a mini-me to dress in bishop dresses and party shoes. I wanted hours of hair brushing, nail painting and baby doll playing. Well, now I have her and it's AWESOME! This little girl is perhaps the sweetest, most beautiful, charming, fiesty little mama on the planet.
No colicky crying. She slept through the night her first day home from the hospital. I woke up in an engorged panic to find her peacefully sleeping in the bassinet. We took her to the doctor, worried, only to find out that this is what newborns were supposed to do. Wow, that colic during round one scarred us. My beautiful sweet girl looked like a baby owl. She had these huge eyes that were, and are, almost too large for her dainty little face. She's my real life baby doll.
I could tell you a million adorable stories about this engaging child. The little girl crawled "side saddle" for Pete's sake, but I have to share our new routine. I've been working outside of the home for a few weeks now. I come home and my delicious little girl is as filthy as her brother. Her hair is caked with whatever treats dad's given her, and she looks, well, like her dad (well meaning of course) dressed her.
After our dinner, I run a nice bath in the garden tub in mommy's bathroom. We add a little lavender and whatever other essential oils I have on hand. She starts dancing as soon as I turn the water on. I wash my hair while she parrots the motions back on her own soapy head. I wash my makeup off. She oh so gently uses face wash to wash her cherubic cheeks. She washes my toes, I wash hers. She reaches for my razor and points at her legs. I say no. Then we get out and dry off, put on our lotion and brush our hair together. This is magic time. Last Friday night we even stayed up late. She let me roll her hair. I let her try to roll mine. Then we snuggled on her bed and read books.
Mornings are pretty great too. Her dad would prefer that I quietly slip out of the house and just go to work. But, every morning I listen to see if there are giggles coming from her room. Most of the time there are. I get her up, change her diaper, fix her a drink and we have more nice girl time. She likes to help me with my makeup. She sits perfectly still on the bathroom counter and swirls makeup brushes all over her face. She's learned that small brushes are for eyes and larger ones are for face. True to toddler form, she tries her best to lick the lipstick. This morning I left for work painted and coiffed. I left my eighteen month old at home with mascara in her eyebrows, Bare Minerals on her pajamas, lipstick everywhere and drinking juice next to her groggy dad.
I hate to be gone from my children, but finding the time to have sweet moments like these every day almost makes it worth it. I love both of my children equally but for different reasons. I love this little girl because she's the living embodiment of everything I ever wanted. She loves dresses, really loves shoes, and doesn't care if she's dirty. She's as rough and tumble as a boy, but looks like a china doll. Sometimes I wonder, what did I do to deserve these children?
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