"Oh, she's perfect," Mom said, cooing over my sleeping Rosetta, all bundled tight in her pink swaddling, and gurgle/snoring in her bliss. "She's a perfect little rosebud, isn't she, Pea?"
"She is."
The quick and sweet days of her infancy would fly by just like that. I've never seen my mother quite so happy.
Goopy, too, seems at a loss to express just how thrilled he is with our perfect little bundle of joy.
When the morning of her toddler birthday rolled around, I could tell everyone was just a little hesitant to lose our cuddly pink burrito. I couldn't wait though. I wanted to see if she looked more like me or her daddy.
There were wagers placed throughout the house on this matter.
"She's gonna look like me!" Mom insisted, standing off on her own.
Well, we were all wrong, kind of. She's got Goop's gorgeous, deep blue eyes. It looks like she's got the lips I inherited from Mom, and she's got this totally baffling light blonde hair. It's not Mom's hair. We're not sure where it came from.
I, of course, got first snuggle with our new toddler. She's a neurotic genius who loves the color lilac, if it hasn't been mentioned.
I think she just might be everything perfect in the world.
Mom started in on the walking lessons almost immediately. Rosetta took them incredibly seriously and learned faster than any toddler I've ever heard of, this side of vampirism.
She and her grandma seem to have a special bond.
By the end of the day, she was toddling all over the house.
She knew talking and potty were up next. She's a charming little thing and already seems to recognize everyone in the house. She even waves and hams it up when she knows I'm taking a photo.
I insisted on doing the talking lessons, even though it'd go slower since I don't have the family oriented trait. Mom reluctantly agreed, being that I gave birth to the girl and all.
"Do you know Mommy?"
"Mommy smile big."
"Yes, honey. You make Mommy smile. Can you say love?"
"Wuv
you, Mommy."
"Oh, you're perfect."
She is. She's got us all wrapped around her little finger.
"Hi Daddy!"
"Hi, Rosebud."
"Potty now?"
"Okay!"
"I did it!"
"You did!"
"Bath?"
"I'll be late for work, Rosie."
"Bath, daddy."
"Oh, all right."
"Ooh cold!"
"Sorry!"
"All clean, Daddy!"
"All clean, Rosebud."
Even Emmett can't stay away. He's always sneaking in to tickle her or give her a snack.
Honesty, even aside from the whole blonde thing, I can't believe I made that perfect little creature. I'm taking so much joy in painting her toddler portrait that I can see myself losing sight of my supermax and doing six or seven of them before she ages up.
That's our Rosetta. As I said when she was born, she is going to do great things.
