Dear 2 year old Priscilla,
Thank you for finally liking me. It took awhile, but part of it was my fault, I’ll admit to that. Raising a daughter? I had no idea what I was doing…I had no idea with Dexter either, but at least he’s a boy, and I was able to figure out the basics.
I was clueless as how to deal with a daughter for the first year…and then in your 2nd year, you just preferred mom. I understand it, she’s pretty AWESOME. I was the one that you would yell at…the one that you would sometimes bite (you never bit mom for the record…only me). You never let me put you to bed…it was always mom.
In the past 4 months though, you have truly become daddy’s little girl. I don’t know what clicked between us, but you and I have become stuck together at the hip, and I love it.
I love that you never want me to go anywhere without you. I love that you always want to wear my shoes. I love that I have become the one that gets to put you to bed (even if it takes 45 minutes of telling you the “Princess Puppy Priscilla Story“…which involves you telling me the sound of every character on Dora the Explorer & Doc McStuffins. I laugh every time when you say “Swipah, no swiping…Ohhhh man.”
When you say, “I yuv you too daddy”, it makes not only my day, but my life.
I can handle Dexter crying…he’ll work it out…but when you cry, I drop everything and come a runnin’. Yes, most of the time it’s over something silly (like the boot on Princess Anna’s doll came off)…but my heart can’t handle you crying. Speaking of dolls…you have to let me be Princess Elsa every now and then. I’m tired of being Sleeping Beauty.
One day, I will tell you not to date a boy…and you will tell me that I’ve “ruined your life”. You’ll storm away into your room…and I will probably go to the basement and cry.
I love that you have no interest in what Dexter & I are doing. When we’re in the backyard and I’m kicking the soccer ball with Dexter, and ask you if you want to play, you give me a look as if you’re telling me “You want me to do what? I don’t think so…you silly boys”.
I love that you invite me to tea parties.
I love that when you, me, and Dexter walk to parks…you always want to walk slightly behind us…with your hands in your pockets…as if you’re trying to ensure that nobody thinks I’m with you. I know, you’re already too cool for your dad.
When I’m shaving my head, you’ll come into the bathroom with your make-up scissors and pretend to cut my hair. Thank you sweetheart.
I love that you call me “Chickenbooty”.
I love that you always want to help (here helping me with the NCAA Brackets)
I love that you love chocolate.
I love that you already know how to say “Go Cubs Go“…and you say it with enthusiasm. Plus, I love that anytime I’m watching sports, you’ll come in to the living room, point to the screen, and say “Hawkeyes”.
I love watching Frozen with you. I love hearing you sing “Let It Go”…and I love hearing you sing “5 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed”.
Plus, it’s incredible that when I do give you a piece of chocolate, you’re smart enough to say “No daddy, three pieces”. Good for you.
Last night, as we were rocking in your chair, for no reason, you put your hand up and said “high five”…which we did…and then you put your hands around my neck and said “Squeeeeze“. Then, you put that thumb of yours back in your mouth, put your Minnie Mouse blanket on your eye (which is so weird, but whatever), and went to bed.
You are definitely moody…sassy…demanding…and perfect. You are my little girl.
I heart you
AWESOME is as AWESOME does!