sugar and spice….

  

… i’ve done this to myself…  

…created my monster sweet girl… 

…one who’s early morning conversation with me today, goes something like this… 

“…{brother} hit me in da nose. da nose bloody nose…just a lill bit bloody. i fine now. {she sighs and looks out the office window}… libby {cousin} push me off the lill table {shows me how she was shoved off by forcing her little arms forward}… i bite. i bite libby right here {showing me her shoulder by tapping to the exact spot of the bite}… [i stop her here to discuss biting, i sing a yo gabba gabba song about not biting and i make her repeat to me 2x that “teeth are not for biting”] {she sighs}…aunt doe-doe come here? papa come here? papa buy my booooooooootiful dresses….papa buy me boooooootiful dresses…i pretty. teeeetteeeee princess. {wherein she prances and dances and twirls out of my office, down the hall and stops, and smiles…}

 

  

…and i remind myself… that she is my creation… 

sass-a-frass

  

{all of the above stories are in fact true… i have taught my daughter (and son) to speak the truth – yes – her brother did hit her in the nose with a hairbrush {in which he served the time for doing the crime} – yes, she did get a (very short lived) bloody nose – yes, she was pushed off her picnic table by her older cousin and yes, she did bite her. aunt “doe-doe” is my sister, and i just happend to be skyping with her in my office while this conversation happened…and yes, papa is a sucker for little miss and bought her not one but TWO beautiful dresses of her choosing while we were in town last weekend… {more on that later}… and yes, she is beautiful – very, very, very beautiful… in every way, shape and form…BEAUTIFUL.} 

what is it about upside down babies that just gets me!

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