My babe...is something else!
Entirely different than her brothers and sisters. And...when I say "entirely"...I mean, the whole enchilada.
Or something...wait. Hold on.
Am I confusing two sayings? Sheesh. I can never get those things right.
Anywho...this girl is independent while they (her sibs) are needy, high maintenance to their laid back(edness?!), strong willed to their "meh, whatev". I have needed to adopt an entirely new way of parenting with her.
But...one thing she is not...is girly.
Take a look:
Licking boogers, for one thing. (Grody.)
For another...covered...head. to. toe. in mud. (Hello stain remover, I'm Mama. I think we've met once before.)
Seriously, I looked away for one second,
At her brother, who was using the Porta Potty, (*gag* *double gag*)
When I looked back at her, my pink clothed, clean, fresh, little cherub,
This is what I saw.
Days of rain + baseball fields = a muddy, slippery mess.
Muddy slippery messes + running two year olds = incredibly messy 2 year old.
My name is Mama...and Tide is my game.