Fabulous. Independent. Vivacious. Energetic.
Today, we went to Busch Gardens. It always surprises me that you are so fierce and strong-willed, and yet you are afraid of so much. You beg me to let you watch scary movies, like Scream or Jeepers Creepers. Yet Daddy had to force you on the carousel (which you liked, by the way, once you realized we didn't lie to you and it didn't go fast). In your defense, and my surprise, we convinced you to ride Roman Rapids (I might have lied and said it was just a boat that floated in circles). But you absolutely loved it. Sometimes, you can be very stubborn and set in your ways.
You love the bumper cars, the swings, the airplanes, and the hot air balloons. That's about it.
A few things about you these days.
You are THE pickiest eater. You're more of a snacker. It worries me.
You love to go grocery shopping, especially since Food Lion now has these little carts for the kids to push around. Except you tend to sneak things into the cart when I'm not looking.
You loved staying home with me this summer. We had a blast, and I am so thankful for this time with you.
You (finally) love swimming in the pool. All of a sudden, you overcame your fears and just started swimming. And jumping in, even going under. Something I've realized about you -- you do things in your own time. You don't like to be pushed. And you are hard to persuade.
Lately, we're struggling with your attitude. You are full of sass and very demanding. You don't ask for a drink. It's just "I want a drink!" If you don't get the answer you want the first time, or the second, you will ask the same question repeatedly. Over and over. And the whining. For the love of God, this is the worst. I don't remember this ever being an issue with the boys. You whine about anything and everything. And then there's my personal favorite, when I ask you to do something, ie "We have to take a bath, Bella", and you respond "Nope. I'm not doing it!" with your arms crossed over your chest and that petulant look on your face. I have to remind myself I'm the parent, the adult. Because I really want to lunge at you and....well, it drives me crazy.
And I HATE to brush your hair. You fight tooth and nail the entire time. But, in the end, I prevail.
But for all the attitude, your cuteness surpasses it all. You are truly unique. And you are the funniest little girl I have ever met. Everyone loves you. You make us all laugh. With your outfits. Your dance moves. The hoarding (or stealing). The way you always remember where you put something. And your mannerisms. It's the headbands, the several outfit changes per day, the duck lips, the peace signs, the way you know every word to all the songs (Drake or Florida Georgia Line), the dab, the rain boots, the eyeliner and lipstick. You're exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time.
You love fiercely and I love that about you. You make me see life through a different perspective. I have to remind myself to take a step back and see what you see. Your excitement makes my heart burst.
Did I mention you love strawberries?
Happy birthday, baby girl!
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.