I know I got all sentimental and carried on about Milani's last time playing in the garden until spring, and I genuinely thought that would be the last romp in our dirt patch, but then the sky went ahead and looked like this;
And when is it sixty degrees in December? So you know sister and I were playing in the backyard. She was wearing the pink dress she picked out and my favorite little white sweater, and we had a doctor's appointment and dinner plans later in the day.
Of course she scooted right over to the garden. I cringed and am pretty sure I swore under my breath as she busted her way through the defunct gate that I closed foolishly thinking it would deter her from playing in the dirt. I started planning my strategy to cunningly redirect her attention toward the red ball or sidewalk chalk, then I got a hold of myself and gained a little perspective.
Sometimes I react blindly to situations before acknowledging the things that are truly important and those that aren't. I love that my girl enjoys the feeling of fresh soil in between her fingers. I love that she isn't afraid of getting dirty, of getting dirt jammed under her fingernails and smeared across her forehead.
So what if we visit the doctor with a little dirt on the behind of her dress, and a brown tint to the wrists of her sweater. And what's a sweater other than some yarn meant to keep her warm on a chilly day, one that she probably won't still fit in another four months anyway. It's just a thing, a material object, not important. I'm so glad I caught myself, and loosened up so that the only thing soiled was her little white sweater and pink dress, rather than her spirit and curiosity.
She begs to wear them, all the time. She doesn't hesitate to sport them over a pair of fleecy footie pajamas. Milani has a seriously bold sense of fashion, and I love it.
And when is it sixty degrees in December? So you know sister and I were playing in the backyard. She was wearing the pink dress she picked out and my favorite little white sweater, and we had a doctor's appointment and dinner plans later in the day.
Of course she scooted right over to the garden. I cringed and am pretty sure I swore under my breath as she busted her way through the defunct gate that I closed foolishly thinking it would deter her from playing in the dirt. I started planning my strategy to cunningly redirect her attention toward the red ball or sidewalk chalk, then I got a hold of myself and gained a little perspective.
Sometimes I react blindly to situations before acknowledging the things that are truly important and those that aren't. I love that my girl enjoys the feeling of fresh soil in between her fingers. I love that she isn't afraid of getting dirty, of getting dirt jammed under her fingernails and smeared across her forehead.
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| Mom, I WILL touch your lens with my dirt finger!! You can run but you can't hide! |
**Since writing this section last week (yep I'm slacking that bad on publishing posts) Milani has romped in the garden two more times. Apparently I was wrong to assume that a barren, frozen, muddy plot of dirt wouldn't be an appealing place to play. Looks like regardless whether it's a tangle of tomato vines scattered with pepper plants, or a snowy tundra, the garden will remain one of sister's favorite stomping grounds.
Also since writing this, I managed to put that favorite white sweater into the dryer, and am pretty sure it will only fit a six month old. Boo.**
In other fashion news, I hear pink furry boots are totally in, and as demonstrated by our lovely model, complement any outfit.
She begs to wear them, all the time. She doesn't hesitate to sport them over a pair of fleecy footie pajamas. Milani has a seriously bold sense of fashion, and I love it.
The sixty degree temperatures didn't hang around, and it feels a lot more like a typical December. I feel like for a while I was putting off doing Christmassy stuff in favor of focusing my attention on the pregnancy and anticipating the baby's arrival, but I'm realizing that Baby V is going to come on his/her own terms so I might as well make the most of the season. Lookout Christmas-tastic Fabulousness!