In honor of my second born, my only daughter, who I love dearly but will surely turn my hair gray the moment she menstruates, this post will be in homage to her.
I knew she was going to be a girl because I was sick with her and not with her older brother. At least she didn't have me on nine weeks of bed rest like he did!
She did however scream and cry as much as he did pretty much. From day one she wanted nothing to do with daddy when she was crying. I remember one night, trying to get her back to sleep in her crib I pulled my tee shirt off and put it in with her thinking maybe the smell would keep her there quiet. It worked.
By biggest regret and mistake ever in infant care was listening to some stupid book and taking her pacifier away when she was like seven or eight months old, so she "wouldn't be dependent on it." Better then than later on. I swear I made her high strung and neurotic just from that.
Women pay big money to achieve the color of her hair. It's not red as in like carrot, Orphan Annie red, but more like a beautiful deep strawberry blonde. She despises her freckles though. Hence, applying sunscreen has never been an issue with her.
She is incredibly smart, but doesn't let on much. She has picked up the piano very quickly, and I must confess I have high hopes and dreams in that matter.
She loves dresses and shoes, yet most days she is in stretch pants and tee shirts. Her hair is always askew, and often has a ring of what she ate around her mouth if you don't nag her to wash her face.
I love that she sings in the shower.
I want more than anything to instill in her enough confidence in herself and self-esteem that she never feels like she has to please a boy to make him like her, and for her feel that she can achieve anything she wants.
Happy Birthday my girlie girl. Although she 's nine today, here is my baby girl: