A Proud Momma??!!

I have always dreamed of having a little girl. A princess, a sweet precious princess. Dresses, Tea Parties, and bows in her hair. You know how the poem goes Sugar and Spice and Everything nice that's what Little Girls are made of, well they had not met my daughter.........................................

One might notice there is NO bow in the hair why..............because it is pulled out the second it is put in! One might also notice the food all over her face and hair from eating. Such a lady isn't she. If that were not bad enough....................

I should be proud this is the one thing she does do on command. Saying hi, counting to 2, and waving bye bye all when the mood strikes.....picking her nose EVERY TIME she is asked!

She blew all my dreams out of the water tonight when she did the double picking!

Anyone care to guess who taught her this trick................the proudest big brother ever!

So I have changed the poem to.........Hair of Macaroni and Bananas and fingers up noses, That is what my little girl is made of! What more could a mother want I ask...........NOTHING!!!