…lots of it.
she’s feisty this one; like a kitten. a wild kitten. she’s the girl i always wanted, and then some. funny thing is, she was so mellow when she was a baby. really. she would hang out and sleep and eat and poop and then sleep some more. i could count on just my fingers the rough nights we had her first 6 months; which is to say, not many.
she is such a girl. and i don’t mean in the “everything must be pink” or “please refer to me as princess” kind of girl…no. (this is a child, after all, who names one of her favorite colors as black). i mean in the “just because i like it doesn’t mean i want it” or “just because i said it doesn’t mean i meant it” kind of way. she kind of takes that whole idea of it being a woman’s right to change her mind to a whole new level. she makes you work.
i wish i were more like her; i do not doubt that her attitude will serve her well in life.
i love you, my sweet and spicy “miss do”. happy third birthday.
one day old:
one year old:
two years old:
(talking to herself on the subway like every other crazy person in this city)
and now, three:
yes, that is leopard print. ’nuff said.
enjoy the cake porn.