My Piper. My middle-child. My redhead. She is a delight to my bones. I love this little girl. Here are some of my favorite things about her:
I love how she is very very faithful to discipline her baby dolls. She drops them off with me (the grandmother), leaves, then returns and asks if her babies received a good report. Per her request, I always say something like, "No, baby Tonya was very disrespectful today," and she takes Tonya aside and says, "Baby, I'm sorry that I have to do this, but you will receive three spanks. One, two, three. I love you baby. Now don't do that again." It's absolutely adorable.
I love how she is quite the comedienne; she truly wants to make people laugh. As a result, there is an excessive amount of talk about stinky socks, but it's all so great.
I just love how she says words. She speaks very quickly, extremely expressively, and quite well-inunciated...even if she calls lizards "zizzards" or refers to a chicken sandwich as a "hamdigger." She speaks with such confidence that you'll want to mispronounce words right along with her.
She is the queen of silly faces, and there isn't a whole lot of question as to what she's thinking or feeling at any given moment. She is also always ready with an opinion and needs no time to think. "Piper, do you care more about home, work, or leisure?" "Leisure." "Are you more interested in wind power or solar power?" "Wind power." "Do you prefer the journey or the destination?" "The destination." It's all quite funny.
One of the most amazings thing about Piper is her imagination. She'll be praying for her lunch and somehow drift into a story about bad guys trying to get her to go to jail with them. She is always sadly telling us that her babies are sick or "her family passed away." She constanly bemoans the restrictions placed upon her by her "stepmudder" (which I think is me.) Stephen gets a little wearied with all her stories---especially since she drifts in and out of reality quite seamlessly and it's hard to keep up---but he listens and she keeps going on and on. Her storytelling is definitely a gift and I am extremely excited to see what becomes of it.
I love how she is so much like me. I didn't realize this until more recently, but she is very similar to me in a multitude of ways, weaknesses and strengths and plain-old weirdnesses. She might even be an ENFP as well. She's passionate, she doesn't like to work hard, she loves people, she acknowledges her lack of coordination and is excessively cautious...it's very odd parenting a 2-year-old, redheaded, cuter-and-angrier version of yourself, but it's been quite insightful as well. She even stubbornly changes her clothes with the same exact impractical method I did when I was a kid!
I love how she starts sentences with phrases such as "When I was a boy your age...", "When I was a mommy...", or "Once upon a time there was a Roman Empire..." She really makes us laugh all the time.
I love how polite she is. Hardly anything goes unthanked with her; she might thank me for making dinner three times in one meal. She waves to people and is excellent at asking "May I please" or even "May I make an appeal?"
I love how dramatic and graceful she is. Her favorite thing in the world is dancing to "Once Upon A Dream" from Sleeping Beauty. She and I have been ballroom dancing to that song for months, but she's frequently making up a new dance move or adapting a previous move to be more graceful. She dramatically throws her head back and closes her eyes; when I asked her why she said "Because it's beautiful." And it is.
I love how her Snuggle-Meter is never full---this means we get as many hugs and kisses as we want. She's almost three and certainly an independent free spirit, but I'm convinced that she would be perfectly content if I held her in my arms all day. She's even mentioned wistfully, "I wish I was a baby, Mommy." She just loves being held and petted. We can kiss her with an unlimited number of kisses (and let me tell you, those cheeks are super kissable!) She literally asks us to tickle her.
I love how she is maturing all the time. The neatest thing in the world is watching your kid choose to make good decisions; it's incredible observing a 2-year-old genuinely exercise self-control. She is a wonderful little lady and only becoming moreso over time. Parenting has been tricky this year---not only are girls different than boys, but all children are so different anyway!---but I'm so grateful to be her mom and I'm absolutely thrilled about the years ahead.
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My name is Hope.
I'm 26, married to a former skater dude, and raising little people ages 6, 4, 3, and squishy-baby. I like lime green and sarsaparilla, and I wear my Crocs until they melt. (Florida problems.)
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