Thursday, September 26, 2013

I Love You More Than Chihuahuas

If you were to rank the things that my daughter loves most in life, I would come in behind horses, candy, snacks, Dora, Team Umizoomi, and possibly Chihuahuas.  I can’t really blame her for the candy part.  I mean, candy is pretty great.  I’ll admit the Chihuahua one hurt a bit and Dora is just unfair.  I am not nearly as annoying as Dora and I rarely question people in Spanish.  If I do it's only to ask if you have pain in your wrist as this is literally the only thing I remember from medical Spanish.

I was tucking her into bed the other night.  Basking in the glory of bedtime so close at hand and the thought of Cherry Garcia ice cream waiting for me downstairs, my daughter suddenly looked so much sweeter and I nearly forgot about how I had to tell her repeatedly to remove that pencil from her nose.

“I’m so glad I get to be yours and Hudson’s mommy.”
“Yeah, we like to eat snacks and candy.”
“Ok then…good night.”

This wouldn’t have bothered me too much except that this seems to be becoming a pattern.

“Kenzie, I love you so much.”
“I need to go downstairs and see my Chihuahua.”
“Your Chihuahua?
“I don’t have a Chihuahua.” This was said with a look of confusion like I had been the one to bring up tiny Mexican dogs.
“Ok.  Good talk.”

Oh well, I guess I’ll go drown my sorrows in that Cherry Garcia.  Cherry Garcia loves me.

How she sleeps these days.  Which reminds me, her new cowboy boots and play crib also rank higher than me.




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