Something has happened to my baby girl lately.
I am not sure how it happened or, exactly, when it happened but is has happened, nonetheless.
My baby girl is now a little girl.
Almost overnight she has become a miniature person. She tells me what she thinks (“How about we put the pillows over there, Daddy?”), she helps me find things (“It’s over there, Daddy. It’s in the green bucket.”) and she has become a fashion-conscious little girl (Holding a yellow cup up to her yellow dress, “My cup matches my dress, Daddy.”).
In fact, it is her fashion sense that has jolted me the most. Our morning schedule is such that I’m usually the one that dresses Swee’Pea and TheMonk. Up until recently, it’s been pretty easy to pick out their outfits and get them dressed. Now, however, Swee’Pea has ideas about what she wants to wear. And lately it’s been all about the dresses.
Each dress is not just a dress. Each dress is a “Pink Princess Dress” a “Yellow Princess Dress” or a “[Insert color of dress here] Princess Dress.”
And she wants to wear them all. Pants are no longer the clothing of choice. She doesn’t care if the temperature is hovering in the 50′s (a certifiable cold spell here) she wants to be a princess, darnit. Luckily, she’ll wear tights so we do manage to keep her legs warm and toasty.
But the cutest thing about Swee’Pea wearing dresses is that not only does she transform into a princess, she often transforms into a ballerina princess, doing pirouettes around the room on her tippy toes, hands held together over her head.
And you know what? While I miss my little “Baby Swee’Pea”, I’m even happier to be living with my little girl.
After all, how many of us get to live with a real, live Princess?
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