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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. thing she 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.


  1. love this post! thanks for sharing! i bet she's a welcome-ly adorable change of pace for you.

  2. I love the way you write, I've been reading your blog for a couple weeks now and everytime I've read something of yours, it makes me smile, if not laugh right out loud. You're good! :)

  3. But she is sooo stinkin' cute!

    (My last one is our exclamation at the end of our family!!)

  4. LOL! She's just so cute, though!

  5. she is such a cutie-patootie!! you might have a little tom boy on your hands ;) at least you can still dress her in all pink!

  6. Beautiful! She is precious, and the mud happens. (I need to learn this one really well, though, because I definitely stress too much over mess. Not because I am a neat freak, but because I am lazy and mess = more cleaning. Sigh. Just calling it like it is.)

    My Birdie is so girly. I don't even know where to start with her! So opposite of how I was - and am! But I love it! :)

  7. So cute. She reminds me of...ME! Now I'm holding at age 29 and I'm still not girlie. Now I play with tasers and handcuffs. For work, of course.

  8. Ya just gotta love the one that makes you throw the parenting handbooks out the window. I thought by the time I hit #3, I'd have a few tricks up my sleeve. They worked with #1, #2, and now #4, but #3 wrote her own playbook. That's okay. They are some cool kids as they grow up.

  9. She is adorable! Just one thing. Enjoy seeing her in pink because if she's anything like my "not girly" girl, once she has an opinion about her clothes you won't see her in pink again!

  10. Good that she's not afraid to get dirty! That'll come in handy later in life. :)

  11. Hilarious! Reminds me of my own of them at least. :)

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  13. I have a boy and he is always stained! I feel your pain! This was a cute post! Very funny!

  14. Um, no, you just described MY little girl. Haha! She is the same way. And so mean.... She's 20 months and has made my 12 and 9 year olds cry.

  15. My little girl just turned three and she is the direct opposite of her 2 older brothers!! Very independent, mouthy, messy, and more importantly ~ she can look for something and find it! :)

  16. She rocks that mud like a pro! What a cutie patootie!

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  18. Oh do I feel your pain, my dear! My Thing 3 (of 4) is apparently a kindred spirit to your little mud-lover. There is not a day goes by that I don't find her doing some kind of experiment on the house that includes lots of need for stain remover on my part...

    BTW, have you tried Fells Naphtha? It's like oldschool (ie victorian era) bar soap - straight lye or something and I have never found ANYTHING it can't remove. Except sharpie, but I guess that's not supposed to be removed from things anyway...


  19. She certainly is adorable! Trust me, there's nothing wrong with being a tomboy. I'm quite proud to be one myself ;-)


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