She is kind. She graciously accepts her brother’s kisses, hugs, snuggles and tickles, which means the world to him. There will probably come a time when she doesn’t even want him to look at her, but for now, she doesn’t mind his affection.
She needs a schedule. And fast. Little Miss wants to have late-night gab fests with me from about 3 to 5 a.m. I find this unacceptable. I also realize there will probably be a time when I hope she’ll come to me to chat at any hour of the night. However, that time is not now.
She has my thumbs. This makes me happy. I rarely hear that my little guy favors me. I’ve heard that he looks like my hubby, my brother and even my mom, so being able to look at baby girl’s thumbs and know they are mine brings a smile to my face.
She has distinctive cries. Her little cry and pouty face when she is hungry is my favorite. Her wail when she is uncomfortable is my least favorite. It is fierce and it escalates quickly.
She is beautiful. This needs no explanation.
She goes through more outfit changes than Cher on her farewell tour. Baby girl is a spitter. That means she needs a new outfit every three hours. It means I need wardrobe changes as well, but I don’t have very many clothes that fit me right now. That means I just pretty much smell like spit up all day. I’m okay with that.