That's her. Miss AlyBear. AlyLally. Little Miss. Princess. Diva. Brat. :)
She's as sweet as she looks and twice as evil.
At the ripe old age of 3 she already understands the importance and the joy of being a girl.
Granted, she won't let ME do her hair, but she'll let anyone else.
She loves to cover herself in my makeup and lets me paint her toes.
She has lots of pretty dresses that she mentions in her prayers each night.
She is the joy of her teachers at preschool and everyone at church loves her.
But I know the truth. ;) I know the naughtiness that is underneath. I know what those little tiny lungs are capable of.
I don't care about all that because she climbs into be with me each morning. And when she doesn't want me to move her, she closes her eyes and pretends to snore. It's very cute.
If she's sleepy, she still prefers to lay on my shoulder and she will snuggle to her hearts content. As long as it was her idea.
She broke her femur. Seriously. I have 2 boys, and my daughter broke her femur.
Alyson is "typical" except for a speech delay that is fairly natural when your 2 older brothers don't speak. 1 semester of school, however, and she is talking up a storm. That girl has A LOT to say. We have very high hopes that she will enter into a typical kindergarten class in a few years.
And, in case you were wondering, I already have the shotgun that will be more than necessary when she begins to date. She is too pretty for my own good.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Posted by Tenille at 8:24 AM