Ah this kid. She has me wrapped around her teeny little pinky and she knows it. Some crocodile tears and an exaggerated pout and I’m DONE. She always gets her way unless I’m in a mood. It’s sad really, I’ve created a monster and I’m fully aware of it. But what am I supposed to do? She’s my baby and she melts me with her big black eyes and crooked teeth, and her lisp and fluffy hair.
Last night I woke up with her standing beside the bed, hugging her Dora pillow tightly and staring at me. She whispered something and I gave her a one armed hug out of reflex and kissed her, telling her to go back to bed, still half asleep. She said “but I want you to hold me.” and of course, I did. I pulled her into the bed with me and she tucked herself into me, draping one small arm over my neck. When we woke up this morning, we were still like that.
I guess a large part of me realizes she’s my last and wants to relish her being a baby, my baby, for as long as I can.
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Someone else I know pouts a little bit like this….when she wants something….I won’t say who.
May 7, 2009 at 8:05 pm
You haven’t even seen my real ‘gimmie what i want’ pout yet.