Wednesday, September 22, 2010
(Is anybody looking for some album cover art?)
No but really ...this is Eleanore.
My 4 year old.
Shes got more personality in her pinkie finger, than I've got in my entire existence.
Sometimes I'm completely overwhelmed and exhausted by how much she can put out when it comes to attitude. If shes this much of a handful now, what will she be like when shes a teenager?
Ok ok, don't get ahead of yourself, Tia.
You've still got about 10 years to prepare yourself for it.
*Stay still, live in the moment.
*Embrace the fight over flushing the toilet.
*Fall in love with the ridiculous lies that she tells to stay out of trouble.
*Sink yourself in the messes that she makes.
You'll miss it when its gone.
You know you will.
Besides- just look at that face.
That nerdy little girly silly face.
If it wasn't for her wearing them, you'd never know she was my child.
She looks just like her Daddy. Nothing like me.
I couldn't possibly stay mad at her for anything, while shes wearing those. Not even wetting the bed, rolling around in it, coming down the stairs soaked in urine, to the point of curly hair, and then keeping the truth from me until I sat down on pee sheets 4 hours later. I did have to take away her Hello Kitty bedset for the lie, though.
You look good in Mama's thick rims, kid.