Eden and I went on a Mommy-Daughter date the other night. While eating her cupcake I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. Without any hesitation she said, “A Mommy”. I have no doubt this little one is going to give me lots of grand babies some day.
Eden is three, almost four and she is feminine beyond her vocabulary. Over the last year she has:
*Pointed to my ears and told me that she too wanted “holes” in her ears. I have never once talked about getting her ears pierces nor do I wear earrings.
*One evening she was feeling my legs and then she felt hers….and she pointed to my newly shaved legs and said, “Mommy, I want that”. I knew exactly what she was asking. Uhhh, No–we are not shaving your legs at three. Here’s some lotion.
*Gotten very upset over chipped fingernail polish.
*Insisted every night that I tell the story about when she was born.
*Repeatedly gotten upset over having a “boy” teacher instead of a “girl” teacher (once for dance and then again for swim lessons).
At the end of our date the other night we passed a super girly store and she asked if we could go in. After we had walked two feet in the store, she screamed ( I am pretty sure as loud as possible for her), and ran over to a table that had sparkly jewelry on it. She then went throughout the entire store squealing and gushing about how beautiful everything was.
So yea, this shoot is SO her.