LITTLE LADY

If you've known me for more than a day, then you know I'm not very girly. Not at all. My daughter, however, is girly. It must be how she's wired, because she's certainly not learning it from anyone else in our home.

Here's a recent conversation we had concerning my pierced nose. My piercing is a tiny, fake diamond, which I've always referred to as my "sparkle" when she asks about it.

N (gently touching my nose while closely examining the piercing) - Mimi want parkul.
B - Nope. No sparkles for Naomi.
N - (spoken in her sweetest, most sincere and polite voice) Pees, mommy. Parkul, pees.
B - Nope. You've got to be older.
N - Mimi want parkul, pees. My nose, mommy. Parkul in my nose.
B - How about if you go do a puzzle or play with your dolls?


When we have female house guests she's always impressed by their hair dryers, curling irons, creams, perfumes, etc. When we're at church she'll ooh and aah over the jewelry that other women are wearing. When she gets a bag of hand-me-downs she'll pull a piece of clothing out of the bag, hold it up to herself and ask "Fit?". When we go to Ross she heads straight for the heels and prances around in them.

Now, she's not prissy. Just so you know. She'll also get filthy in the backyard, climb on everything in sight, wrestle with Tim, and all those things. She's just more into girly things than I am.

And that, my friends is why I was wearing jeans, a long-sleeved tee, and a fleece vest to church on Sunday while she wore this little outfit a friend passed down to her.

Please ignore the fact that one pigtail is puffier than the other. These are the struggles of my life. Focus, instead, on the fact she has a dress, tights, and shiny shoes ... all at the same time!!

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Guess we need to work on how to sit like a lady.

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She's always loved the scrunch face. Even when she's dolled up a little.
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