Picture a 5 year old girl with enormous dark brown eyes, and blond hair that looks as if it was expensively highlighted and lowlighted. This same little girl has her Daddy’s gorgeous smile and his dimples, a knock-out in waiting, and she revels in pink, fluffy, ruffled, girly things. Over all she is the picture of all things Sugar and Spice, but appearances can be deceiving.
Now, Princess is petite for her age, and she has always been small, but her voice has always been L-O-U-D. Even in the hospital, the nurses would bring her to me and declare that they had never heard a newborn cry so loudly. We never have a problem telling where she is in the house, and I am constantly saying “Please don’t yell at me. You are right here beside me.”
She can also stand up for herself. When she was only about 12 months old she defended herself against her twin cousins who were twice her size, and were trying to take her balloon. She is tough, and I am never surprised when she tackles her big brother for taking her Grandma bear. However, I am surprised that the Professor hasn’t learned to not take Grandma Bear.
She is a little mother. Like all little girls she loves to play with her dolls. Not Barbie dolls, but Baby dolls. She puts them to bed, they take walks in the stroller, or she carries them around the house in her sling. She thrilled my heart when she told her Daddy, “I want to be a Mommy, when I grow up.” When she isn’t babying her dolls, she is mothering her brothers, using a tone of voice that sounds oddly familiar.
She is sweet, sassy, helpful, and totally fun and I love having her around.
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