Yesterday we went to a church friend`s house for lunch. Before we ate, the children were playing 2 floors up, in a playroom. Elle came over to me, and pulled me with her hand. She looked up at me and said pleadingly,
“Mom, can you please take me up to the children? And when we get there, can you please say, (changes her voice here to sound motherly) ‘Can you children please play with my Sweet-heart?’ “.
This morning when she woke up. Both her and I have eyes that are so puffy in the morning, our eyes look like slits with over-eye bags. She will thank me one day for that fabulous trait I passed on to her. If I remember right, the Mary Kay lady politely called it “hooded” eyes. I`m fine with that.
^ I like to think this is because she is mischievous, not simply a brat.
^ WHAT? A pretty smile for the camera?
^ Oh, and even a chin rest pose. Very 1980, Olen mills.
Then she said,
“I want to do a ballerina”.
I can`t figure out what she is. She equally like ballerinas and dinosaurs. Right now she is pretending she is in a play, like most days. You never know where her story line is going. That could be from me. A grandma may be yelling at a blue bear and then softly the unicorn replies. She uses and changes her voice act out all the characters. I am very proud of her indeed.
She is probably happiest in the kitchen working, with, or without me. Every day she says,
“Mom can we make CUPCAKES! Can we make a CAKE? Let`s make it pink. Pink is my MOST favorite color. For my party? Let`s make a party!”
Than she gets so mad that I won`t have a birthday party for her. Like as if it`s up to me.
She is also still obsessed with “married”. She thinks it means kissing and being fancy.
This morning I was on the Picnik front page, and she saw one of their Valentine`s ads– a very young female, bottle-blonde, and Justin Beiber`s exact twin, hugging head to head. She (sighed heavily) and said,
“Oh, MOM! Married…”
Well. Not… exactly… Hey, if you think kissing means you`re married well, I`m sure not going to enlighten you on that one, honey.
Okay, I think I`m going to go kiss her now, either that or eat her for lunch. ♥
I LOVE my funny Elle belly.
…Oh, hi. Laila. You were standing there the whole time? You saw everything I wrote about precious Elle? I see you are not… happy…
Oh this is awkward.