why i do it


Obviously, braces are in our future.

Gratuitous child stories:

Two nights ago, when R and I were doing flashcards before bed (What? She likes them!), I found the tables were turned in our relationship. She insisted first that “Me hold.” Then she pointed at a card and said, “What’s that, Mom?” She wouldn’t let up until I told her what it was. Then she patted my arm with all the seriousness of a judge and said, “Good girl, Mom.”

Last night, she finally started saying her own name, pointing at a family picture we have hanging in our hallway and reciting who was in the photograph. I gleefully relayed the information to her father, who, a little later, asked her what her name was.¬† “Princess,” she replied, matter-of-factly. We don’t even call her that as a nickname.

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8 Responses to why i do it

  1. marmagoo says:

    Oh So Cute. I was certain by looking at Noodle’s baby teeth we would need braces but we have been pleasantly surprised with her permanant teeth. Maybe R’s will surprise you as well.

  2. Sarah says:

    She is SOOO beautiful! What gorgeous eyes!

    She is right on the money with “Princess.”

  3. Erin says:

    Every time I see her little face, my uterus leans in and whispers to me, “Let’s get one!”

  4. Victoria says:

    She’s a cutie! And very, very smart from the sounds of it!

  5. Christina says:

    Of course she is why! She is the “why” in everything, isnt that how this mommy business works?

  6. malinthemiddle says:

    She certainly looks like a princess. What a beautiful girl! Of course she’s “why.”

  7. Gosh, she’s gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous! WOW!

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