I was actually organizing the pictures on my computer ( I know, I still can't hardly believe it myself). While I was sorting numerous, various pictures into folders with names and everything, I found two pictures that reminded me just how much of a Daddy's girl HRH (Her Royal Highness) really was when she was younger. We were at a Christmas tree farm and she was not quite 2 yrs. old at the time.
Here she is with Daddy....
Ahhh....happy indeed in Daddy's arms. Yet, look closely...notice the glimmer in the eye, the smirk in the smile, as if to say," He's MINE, ALL MINE!!!!"
And with that other woman known as mom....
Go ahead, scroll up and down to get a good look at the contrast. Although one need not be a CSI Agent to see whose arms HRH preferred to be in at the time.
Now, don't get me wrong. She still has dear-old-dad wrapped firmly around that tiny pinky. However, she now will at least acknowledge that there is another female in the house who she may have to share Dad with from time to time. AND...since this female happens to be the person who gave BIRTH to her she reconsidered her evil plan to knock her unconscious and send her to Cambodia in a Fed Ex box. HRH may even sit in her lap every now and then, give her hugs, kisses, and tell her she loves her.
Although she made a slip one time when this lower female life form called mother asked jokingly when begging for a bite of her cookie, "Don't you love your mommy?" She replied with all the sass a 3 yr. can muster, "Um..not today" AND walked off with the cookie. It's alright, I understand. A daughter has a special bond with their Daddy. I'm not jealous or anything, I'm an adult. I can handle a sassy 3 yr. old.
So, the next day I was eating a piece of chocolate when little Miss Thing (HRH) sauntered by. She stopped and said very sweetly, "Mommy, can I have some?" I said with all the sass a 31 yr. old can muster, "I thought you said you didn't love me." HRH very sweetly still, "I do today." I considered that, however, I finished that piece of chocolate as she stood there giving me the stink eye the whole time. HRH just rolled her eyes and let out a hefty "HMPH" as she vacated the room. THE BATTLE LINES WERE DRAWN. My friends all laugh when they witness these little "interactions" between us and they look at me and say, "And, you wonder where she gets all her sass and spunk?" If this kind of thing is happening at 3 I CAN'T wait to deal with HRH when she is a teenager.
However.............progress has been made and we called a truce by the time her 3rd birthday rolled around
Although, I had to make her a big @$$ princess cake to bribe her to sit and smile with me. :) Ahhh, but just look at that smile. Maybe those teenage years won't be so bad after all..... DOUBT IT!!!!
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