Clare is such a beautiful girl.
She has this sort of light about her. Her skin is crystal clear and her eyes are that brilliant blue with a dark rim. Her hair is multifaceted – who needs Loréal? Her expressions are dear and wild and fun and deliciously cute. She sleeps like an angel. She wakes with a huge, toothy smile on her face. Her spirit shines through it all!
I have all these clothes that I thought were so sweet before she was born. Clothes with phrases like, “Sweet Heart” or “Daddy’s Little Flower” or, as pictured above, “Cute Little Girl”. Most of those clothes are so stained now or covered in drool or puke that I’m struck with the irony of the various labels each time I dress her. Where’s the shirt that says, “Explosive Pooper” or “Little Miss Upchuck”?
Other people’s kids are not so messy. You might say, “Oh whatever, Val.” But I’ve seen it!
We recently went to a picnic with family and the other baby attending, Clare’s age, stayed neat and clean and used but one outfit for the entire day. Clare went through 4, each stained with something different.
Drenched in drool. Huge dirt patch on her bum. Strawberry all down the front of her shirt and mysteriously in her diaper.
Clare likes to take everything out of the box but doesn’t get putting it back in.
She loves smearing unused food all over her highchair.
But her most recent mess venture is taking a handful of food and putting it not in her mouth, no, in her hair…
I’m not really sure why I thought she would be neat. I’m not neat. Andrew’s not neat.
Flip Side: Does anyone else feel like they can never finish a cup of coffee? I want to be a coffee addict…I want to be one of those people who can’t talk to you until they drink their coffee. I want to be one of those people shaking with the electricity of caffeine coursing through their bodies but I just can’t seem to get it right. Instead I just wander around like a zombie trying to find out where I put that cup o’ joe I didn’t finish.