I find myself saying quite a bit that I needed to have a girl. I didn't realize how much fun it would be to have my own, darling little girl, who loves to dress up, has a tender spirit, full of fiest, and loves all things pink and sparkly. She definately came with her own personality and isn't too timid to set her brothers straight if she feels she's been wronged. One thing I love about Paisley right now is when I ask "who made this mess?" or "who colored all over Zeke?" she's quick to respond, "I did!" Then when I scold her she says, "But momma, I sooo sooooooory."
She fits right in and enjoy's playing and being with her big brothers so much, she sleeps in there, on the floor on her little mattress every night.
Her
HAIR. Man, has this been an area of concern for me throughout almost her whole life. Things were going fine, I remember being at the mall and seeing little girl elastics and thinking her hair was probably long enough to try pigtails. It looked
so cute! I couldn't believe I was buying little things to put in a little girls hair. Then all of a sudden, it all fell out.
And changed color. I was very alarmed and disturbed by this and asked her Dr., who dismissed it like it was no big deal. But it
was a big deal! It kept getting thinner and whispy-er until finally nothing would stay in it.
It started growing back a little, and I could get a tiny whispy pony-tail, then she got a hold of some scissors and we were back at square one. Finally, at four and 1/2 it is coming in a little thicker and
curly!
I no longer have to pull it up for her not to look like a hobo. She likes to put flower clips in it right at the top of her head.
She is adamant on dressing herself, and I really get a kick out of her combinations. I'm usually just fine with taking her out in her fluffy tu-tu, jeans, red sunglasses, beads, all of it.
Another thing I've loved about Paisley is for a couple of years now, I find stuffed animals, dolls etc. tucked in tight and cozy with odd make-shift items. She's used a slice of plastic bread as a bed, with a doll on top, with a slice of plastic play cheese as her blanket. Everything needs a cozy blanket. Her dolls get buckled in the car next to her, with a blanket. When Zeke sits next to her in the chair to watch a show, she jumps up to find him a blanket. She'll even bring one to me if I'm sitting.
I discover these things all over the house, and it always makes me smile.
I feel a little bad for her, being the only girl in the family, she usually finds things to play by herself, since the boys aren't interested in her tea parties. But now that Zeke is a little older, he'll usually play along.
Talking about Paisley I have to talk about her talking. For a while I was so worried, I knew she wasn't saying words like other kids her age, and I'd lay in bed at night worrying about it. But I knew she was normal in all other areas, I just didn't know how to help her. Her Dr. referred me to the local preschool for children with development delays. When she qualified to start school right after Christmas of 2009 I had such mixed emotions. She was still
so little! She had to
take a bus. Without me! I would cry when I thought of it, but I knew it could help her so much. That first day I just felt sick inside. I had to bring her myself, the bus would come the next day.
We had talked it up so much she was downright giddy with her new backpack, off to school like her big brothers. This is her on her way the first day
Here she is when I picked her up.
She kept saying, "Momma, you
left me!" Rip my heart out! Then she had to go on the bus.
Can you imagine walking away from that face? I think I cried until she arrived back home.
Let me hurry and add this picture so you can sleep tonight.
And this one.
You see, she ended up loving school so much, and her teachers loved her. One lives nearby and has actually stopped in to give her a big hug.
She now doesn't qualify for the preschool, just "Talking Time" where I go with her for 1/2 hour once a week and we work on sounds. She misses the bus and her teachers so much, and we cannot leave without going to her old classroom and giving everyone a hug. They all tell me they've missed her so.
There are so many things to love about this little girl. I love her beautiful face, I love how she tells me, "I lub you, mamma!" I love how she goes into this throaty-low-shaky singing voice and waves her hands around in the air when she sings. I love how when she says the prayer she looks around with her eyes half-shut with an expression that she's about to laugh. I love that she can get her room neat as a pin in hardly no time. She's just been a real sweet little gem in our family! We love little Paisley!
