I take a lot of pictures of my girlie, though not nearly as many as I used to. She’s not always a willing model so sometimes I have to sneak them while she’s sleeping.
(She insisted she wasn’t tired right before we got in the car . . .)
She’s also not changing nearly as fast — she’s looking more like a little girl and less like a baby.
She’s still a wild sleeper. I usually find her in various stages of hanging off the bed or propped up on her elbows, still snoozing away.
Pretty soon she’ll trade in the ukulele for an actual school backpack.
Another night, another pose. Propped up on the “princess bed” (our name for the swooping recliner in my bedroom) and half in the dog bed.
Readjusted, but still sleeping
She finished her soccer season with a smile and a trophy
I started feeling like the time was drawing short for us to spend our days together (only 5 months until August!) so I took her on a mom/girlie date to see Cinderella. While waiting for the movie to start we stopped at Paul’s for a cappuccino and a croissant. I explained to her that when her daddy and I go to Paris next week this is what it will look like (meaning baskets of pastries, coffee, French decor) and she, looking over my shoulder into the interior of the mall, asked, “So there will be palm trees in Paris?” Um, not quite.
The movie was perfect. All theaters should be VIP and have couch seating. We should bring pillows and blankets next time too.
The movie was perfect (though a bit long to sit through when combined with 20 million previews!)
Filling out her own March Madness bracket like a big girl this year. She told me that since she was picking Ole Miss, I could have Arizona. I told her that she was very sweet to share, but we could pick the same ones and it would be OK. (I still took Arizona though.)
I’d read off the 2 team names and she would pick one. She was quick with her choices and must have had some kind of system, but I couldn’t figure it out.
At the souk today the guy at my favorite Turkish lamp shop gave her one of the jingly belly dancing skirts. She wrapped it around her neck like a scarf and it jingled while she walked.
I told the friends that we were with today that Josh and I joke about her going back to the US and being shocked that in real life people don’t give you gifts because you smile and are cute. She’s not going to know what it’s like to blend in with her surroundings.
Because on the streets of the Middle East, she is VIP all the way.
I was looking at a top in a storefront while she was perched nearby on the post and I turned around to see this group of guys all taking photos with her. She is used to it and is a very good sport. Usually the old men and women rub her hair and kiss her cheek, but it’s been a while since she’s been stopped for a photo op. It’s not skeevy, it’s just a thing. A novelty.
They all took turns posing with her and taking photos of each other.
My sweet girl.
My friend who was new to the island was cracking up — it’s something that’s hard to believe if you haven’t seen it.