Ode to Parker

Parker is getting ripped off. The poor beauty is 3 and I have only documented her life a couple of times. And one of those times I was trying to sell her. We were in Florida in the beginning of February visiting my parents, and Dan and I left the kids with mom and dad while we skipped off to Miami Beach for a few days, and then skipped off again on a cruise for a few more days. The day we got back from all of our skipping we had to pack up and leave to go back home. I was tired and cranky and still dizzy from our cruise and Parker was annoying. I thought I was handling it well until my mom looked at me and said, "If you roll your eyes at your daughter one more time we will keep her for you."

Oops. I mumbled some sort of apology and continued to pack the car.

Here is the official word on my girl. She likes pink. She is an extremely messy eater-it is almost an artform for her. She hits her brother when he annoys her and then turns around, extends her arms and says, "huggie?" She is crazy cool. Her expressions, her dance moves, her singing, they exude a strong rooted spirit of joy. She disobeys me and in the next split second is asking "Are you happy mama?" Parker is sparkly.

I love my girl.

And darling, if you read this one day, I'm sorry that grandma had to threaten to keep you for me to snap out of my snarly attitude. Grandma has a daughter too...and apparently she still needs to be corrected by mom occasionally.