Baby B

In my life, i'm sure i will tell thousands of stories about my children.  Maybe millions.  A lot of them will be happy, hopefully very few of them will be sad.  But i'm sure that in two and a half short years i've already told quite a few about my baby B.  She is a strong-willed soul with a true mind of her own.  She is too smart and too stubborn for anyone's good, and that is what most of my stories revolve around.  But i rarely tell the stories about how sweet and down-right funny that girl is.  Tonight, as she hugged my neck with her not-as-chubby-as-they-used-to-be arms, i felt my heart swell up with joy and pride (amazingly, this was just minutes after i wanted to scream at the top of my lung because of her...)

Earlier today, my girlfriend was talking about her son, who is almost seven months younger than B, but is as big and smart as a whip.  She was telling us how her son knows his colors and can count to 5.  I don't keep milestones, or much track about many things, but i know that B does not know her colors- at all.  She can say the names of all the colors, but when you ask her what color something is, it doesn't matter whether it's black, white or green, she'll answer, "pink." Every time.  Like tonight as i painted her fingernails pink, she screamed that she wanted "PINK!"  when i told her that they were pink, she stormed over to the box of nail polishes, picked out a silvery-blue, stormed back to hand me the bottle, and screamed, "No- THIS Pink!"  okay, i give in.  i figure that by the time she goes to kindergarten (or hopefully by high school... or college?!?!), she'll know the difference!

Another funny/smarty-pants moment of note from our budding commedianne has been the last couple days, when her favorite word has been (and i don't love that i have to type this our for posterity- or that he grandfather will have to read this about her...), "poop!"  she says it and laughs a very knowingly "mommy hates when i do this, so i'll keep doing it to drive her crazy" laugh.  Last night, she was singing quietly, so i asked her to tell me what she was singing.  she smiled an angelic smile and sang with her angelic voice, "A-B-C-D-E-F... POOP!"  then laughed hysterically and ran away.  my take-away thought in my head was, "wow, she knows the alphabet!"

i love my daughters more than there are grains of sand on the beach or salt in the sea.  more than the vastness of air or or the heat of fire... and nothing will EVER take away from that.  but that little one sure can get me when she wants to :)