I have to say-HK is a really good baby. I mean, really good. She entertains herself, she never fusses, she talks herself to sleep and talks to herself when she wakes up. She is just a happy, content little person. And, everyone tells me that I am so lucky to have such a laid back little girl. Because, her behavior is apparently not the norm. As I am told all of the time. And again, how lucky I am to have a baby with such a great personality. Because it has to be luck.
I appreciate all of the compliments regarding HK's personality-I do. But, sometimes I get a little annoyed because I think that it cannot all be luck. Would it kill people to recognize that maybe we aren't terrible parents and MAYBE, just maybe, we had something to do with her personality? Just a little bit?
I do realize that if we are blessed with baby 2 that we might get a fussy little squaller, and then it could blow my whole theory to bits. Until that time though, I would like to think that we had a little something to do with the fact that we have a content and happy bundle of joy.
So-thanks for reading my rant.
On another note-now that HK's Vols ensemble is secured, I am now stressing about her halloween costume. I know that it is really for the photo ops, but I just cannot decide. I was leaning towards Snow White, but now I am thinking maybe Wizard of Oz Dorothy.
And, I will not lie-the ruby slippers are swaying my decision.
It's just me-and all of my idiosyncrasies. I work full time, I am married, and I love my dog. We just adopted a baby girl. I am completely contradictory, I am a girlie girl, and I am impatient. I like breakfast for dinner. I like apples and peanut butter. I like wine. I like entertaining. I like sleeping. I like labels and I can be a b-with an-itch when I want to be or am pushed. I want to give my baby every opportunity in the world, and I want to teach her values and the rewards of hard work. I want more children and am scared to death of the uncertainties of adoption even though I have already done it. I love my husband. I hate that I weigh the most I ever have in my whole life. I want my husband to make a zillion dollars a year, and I want him to put up his laundry and clothes when I ask. I want what most people want-and here is my story-day by day!