Julia is nearing 2 1/2 years old now and what fun she is! She has truly taken on her self-given title of Princess, but there's so much more to her too.
What? Did someone call for a Mommy? She is ready and willing to fill that role at a moment's notice.
And oh, her heart! Know the expression about walking a mile in someone's shoes to really get to know the person? She takes this very seriously and regularly commandeers others' shoes in social settings. Her friends have glowing things to say about her. Anna and Sage (age 3), commented just the other day, "When Julia comes to our house, she always says, 'That's Mine!' and we always say, 'No that's ours.' " Yep, she's so convinced she is a princess, that she assumes that any pretty, sparkly thing must belong to her. She does have the keys to the kingdom, after all.
And lest you think her only concern is for the people in her social circle, she also avidly prays for countries around the world, with such heartfelt uttering as "Dear God, Costa Rica, in Jesus' Name, Amen".
While this girl is most comfortable in a "baben" suit and her "fancy shoes" (and let's face it, who isn't?), don't let her beauty fool you. She has brains too! She is a strong advocate for learning, and has fun coining new catchphrases for her fellow English speakers, such as "whobody" (as in "whobody did that?") and "explodin'" (as in "There's a army peepee on the floor and it looks explodin'! or "I gon go outside and wide my widing toy and that would be explodin'!") and "stoop" (as in "not for you, you Stoop!")
While she has great fun being 2, she's always planning for her future. For example, she's preparing now for when she gets her driver's license. While we're out and about, he enjoys gathering all the navigational information she can and will often be heard asking, "Ah we on the innahstake?" or "Ah we on the hidaway?" or "Ah we on Cold Milk Road?" (Cole Mill Rd)
As a princess, Julia instinctively knows she needs a horse, but lacking her very own trusty steed she is resourceful enough to use her legs to gallop everywhere she goes.
Here's a girl who knows who she is. She pointed out a picture the other day of a little girl wearing a crown and asked me, "What's that kinda like?" I told her it was kind of like a princess. She informed me, "No, that is a little girl. *I* am a princess."
Yes, never a hair out of place, always perfectly composed and poised to answer your deepest question about world peace, we do indeed have a princess in our Julia....just don't tell anyone she still pees on the floor every day, lays in the driveway throwing fits, and screams toddler obscenities like "stinky butt" at her brothers. I guess everyone has a little room for personal growth.
