boots

sometimes i feel as though life is a little unfair...or even a lot. and other times i relish in the moment of being who i am to such a beautiful little girl. the other day as i picked sophie up from her nap and took her over to change her, i noticed that the smell of pooh was rather strong, perhaps too strong. as i lifted her little dress i caught a small glimpse of why. under her cute pink dress was a diaper, a diaper undone and holding only onto her skin by the sticky pad that should be around her waste. there was pieces of, or should i say smears of pooh everywhere, from my arm and shirt to her legs and crib. my shoulders dropped, my excitement for the day gone, my understanding of fair vanished. i called scott from the bathtub and reminded him on his answering machine that i did not sign up for this, that we had both been apart of the making and perhaps he should come home and i would take over his work for the rest of the day, besides, somehow i knew, i just knew it was his fault, after all, he put her to bed, and this would have never happened if i had just done it like i always do! like i said, this was over an answering machine and later would come a call from a husband who just giggled at me. then there are days that i relish in. last night as we wrapped up our day, sophie handed me her little blanket, which i tied around her shoulders as a cape, and then she went to the closet to find her boots. these boots have rarely left her feet since i brought them home for her, regardless of the temperature and how hot her feet get. so i had my little super hero with no pants on (but a diaper) in boots and a cape running up and down our little hallway shouting that she was going "fast"and laughing hard. i am truly blessed. to prove that the boots don't come off...a few pictures!

and so, this is my little girl, boots and all, and i love her.