Last week as I was pulling weeds out in the yard, Bridget was helping me. When she decided that pulling weeds was boring, she started building castles with the rocks. After about 10 minutes or so of entertaining herself, she came up to me and told me that I needed to go talk to the Prince who was dancing on the water meter in the lawn for her. I asked her why she (the princess) didn't go talk to him and she told me that she needed me to cause she was too shy! I then proceeded to tell her that the Prince wasn't looking for the "queen", he was waiting for the Princess to come, and that she needed to go talk and dance with him. She looked over towards the water meter and immediately got an embarrassed look on her face. Then slowly moved over to "talk" to him.
Our bedtime stories, and songs have turned into Princess Fairy Tales by mom. "Mom, how 'bout 'nother one!" Or "How about Princess Boog-a-bear" (her)
Some days I wish I was little again and only have to worry about the "prince" wanting to talk to me, or have much less stressful things to have to worry over.
I love having a girl! What if this little babe coming IS a boy? What will I do???
