So I am not sure if I mentioned this before or not but when I was pregnant I had vision of a delicate, blue-eyed bundle of chubby baby that grew into a sweet little girl who would sit in her bed and patiently listen as I read her a book, then we would say bedtime prayers, I would kiss her head tell her I love her and she would drift blissfully off to sleep. Looking ahead 4 years (I was technically pregnant this time 4 years ago) that's pretty much what I got....with the exception of the delicate part and the patient part...and the sleeping in her own bed part....oh hell, she's a girl with blue eyes, close enough! We do a lot of driving in a day. Iris and I have a half hour drive a couple mornings a week to go to work/school and then one day a week we have a half hour to ballet and a half hour drive home. I would assume this would lead to some quality bonding time, or perhaps we could hang out in the car and sing some really awesome kidz bop songs together, tell stories about our day or just drive quietly. Well you know what "they" say about assuming...and such is the case this time. We listen to such classic hits (or perhaps Iris originals) as "Row, Row, Row Your Poop", "Old McDonald Had a Poop" and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Poop". Cute, huh! I was initially thinking that this would be a phase that maybe she would grow out of. No luck so far. As a matter of fact it may even be spreading. Iris also has a cute little thing she does in which she says "Mom, I have something for you...." and then comes over and kisses my cheek. Awwwwww! However, this has just been a ploy to lure me in. The last few times have involved her saying "Mom, I have something for you...." and then "tooting" on me or even saying something like "Hey, Mom! I wanna poop on your face!" Wow, Iris! As alluring as 2 girls, 1 sippy cup sounds, I think I'm gonna go ahead and pass on the having someone poop on my face offer! It's a risk I'm willing to take! Another classic Iris move in the car: "Mom, What is that smell?!" "Uh, I'm not sure, Iris. It might be one of the fields or maybe a farm." "No, Mom, it's my butt, I just tooted." (followed by maniacal laughing) "Oh, Good one, Iris! You really got me good that time!"
Sooooo....what are the odds of her outgrowing this phase? My guess is NOT LIKELY. Why? You ask. Well because I laugh at bathroom humor and have the sense of humor of a 7th grade boy. I pretty much find burps and farts funny. I may actually have to take some of the blame for her behavior. I'm going to make a confession that I don't often make. My initial hope was that I would have a boy when I was pregnant because I was certain I wouldn't be girlie enough for a princess-y girlie girl. Lucky for me I gave birth to a little girl who wears a tutu, wings, and a crown and then threatens to poop on my face. She's so dainty!
