I love having a daughter, when she was an infant and toddler it was so much fun dressing her up and doing her hair. I loved showing her off, but then, she learned to talk.
All the little boys I knew thought their Mommy's were beautiful, they were jealous of their Daddy's and wanted to marry that wonderful Mommy when they grew up. Sometimes I desperately wanted a boy.
Mo was the sweetest little thing, to everyone else. Seemed like she found every single one of my flaws and took pride in publicly pointing them out.
One day we were in the grocery store and Mo was in the front of the cart. I'm pushing the cart through the store, just talking to Mo while I shop when suddenly, she pokes me in the tummy.
" Mommy, do you have a baby in there?"
" No Mo, I do not have a baby in there."
" Well, then I think you must eat too much candy."
Nothing like diet tips from a toddler in the middle of the grocery store. Another time I was getting her out of her car seat, I set her on the ground and turned around to shut the car door. Big mistake.
"Mommy, you have a big butt."
" I do not have a big butt! That's not nice."
" Yes you do Mommy, look at my butt and then look at yours. Yours is BIG!!"
She still had the nerve to ask for a treat in the store. Little monster. I can't wait until she has babies of her own, I hope she has lots and lots of girls. And I hope they are as nice to their Momma as she was to hers.