I Wanna See The Germs!

By nature, I'm a pessimist...I take after my father. Which also means I think all of the pessimistic stuff can be approached with humor. I figured this morning would be another typical shit-show...but it wasn't. And I wasn't sure how to handle it - it was so pleasant. Pickle was all smiles when she decided to roll out of bed at 6:15, and rolled with the punches all the way through. I wonder if she felt guilty because daddy spoils her and lets her sleep in on the days he takes her to school...bahaha, that's funny. At any rate, I'm giving her some kudos for being a fantastic morning person today...getting dressed when asked, brushing her snaggle-teeth*, grabbing her shoes, eating her waffles, and rolling out the door.

She's currently obsessed with the worms in the driveway...for weeks she would ask to see the "germs". I'm like, "dude, you can't see germs."...well, I guess sometimes you can, but you're not old enough yet. So, this morning was an epic worm and slug-fest in the driveway...she was ooohing and ahhhing - magical. I wanted to eat her face up and tell her a million times that she is going to be an amazing little soul. I could go on and on being mushy...but I'll leave you with the morning photos. Enjoy the threenager sitting on a horse, watching Einsteins, eating waffles, and giggling hysterically.

xo

*I don't know why I use that term, I always have...kind of like britches. Except it sounds like "bitches" when she repeats it.