I love this little girl to pieces. She can be the sweetest little girl but oh, does she have attitude. I think she gets that from Dustin, ha.
Dustin thinks Harlowe looks like him but has my eyes but I guess time will tell, she looks a little like both of us hopefully, ha.
Why do babies have the softest, porcelain like skin? It makes you want to smother them in kisses all the time.
My baby is still a baldie and most people still think she is a boy, even with pink on, REALLY? She would make the cutest little boy though, just kidding Harlowe. Her personality is growing by the day, she makes new expressions and finds new ways to throw temper tantrums. I never knew it would start so early but we are in the mist of one hard headed little girl.
It was so funny, Dustin and I were just lounging around on the couches in our living room and Harlowe loves to eat dog food for some reason. She loves to get into Harley's dog dishes, who knew dog food could taste so good, ha.
Anyway, diverting from the point, I always tell her no, don't eat Harley's dog food but she gets so mad when you dig it out of her mouth. Dustin finally broke down and said, at least it is organic dog food so let her have at it. I really don't let her have at it but if she gets a few pieces, we have stopped chasing her down to try to get it out of her mouth. Bad parenting but hey, we have learned to pick our battles. My poor baby, Harley, knows better and doesn't eat the dog food unless he is starving or mixed with human food so he doesn't mind her digging around his food.
Okay, back to the point, we were lounging and Harlowe had dumped all of Harley's water out of his dish on to the floor. She was running around with the water dish, waving it in our faces, thinking look at me now. So Dustin the disciplinarian, raises his voice in mean daddy form and says, "No, Harlowe, No!" Of course, she just pranced back and forth waving it in our faces, so Dustin tries it again. Needless to say after the third yelling and no action, I am laughing ever so lightly and he looks at me and says, "we are in big trouble".
And of course he later then blames her behaviour on me because I don't know how to discipline our daughter. Oh well, if that is the biggest crime she commits we are in good shape. I try to discipline and I am pretty consistent but some of the things she does cracks me up so maybe I am not the best parent when it comes to discipline.
Hopefully our daughter won't be a menace to society and will become the epitome of Southern lady-like manners. A girl can dream, can't she?
