Little Miss Personality

I don't know where this girl gets all of her personality.  I suspect it has something to do with having 4 siblings.  But I also think that she was just born to be expressive and comical.  She's funny without trying.  Something I admire because it's a trait I always sort of wished that I could claim.

Her expressions tell more of a story than her words.  I think it would be a travesty if she never gets involved in drama.  I think it might be her calling in life to become a mime.  If I knew of any mime classes in the area, I would totally sign her up.  Even when she was very little, she would pick up on the emotions conveyed in a face, no matter where she saw it.  Things that we never even noticed.  The mad cow on my t-shirt.  The sad baby in a book.  The mean bunny on a television show. 

Then she started playing games with her emotions.  Pretending to be scared, or sad, or grumpy, or happy.  If you just saw her face, you would think that she was truly feeling those things.  I don't think she learned that kind of expressiveness from any of us.  She brought it with her when she was born.

The silly outfits are just icing on the cake.

Above, she's outside pushing her empty stroller around.  She often actively resists having a baby doll or teddy bear put in it.  On the occasions that she does consent to putting something in the stroller other than a jumble of toys, she also usually carries a sword.  To fight the bad guys and save the baby.  Such a noble caretaker.

She has also been giving birth to various little baby dolls and stuffed animals.  They have to be fairly small because they must fit inside her shirt.  When they are born, she insists that I exclaim over their beauty.  Even when she is a mommy kitty giving birth to a pink teddy bear. 

Each month I find myself thinking that I couldn't possibly love her or enjoy her more.  But then next month comes and she says something, does something, pretends to be something--and I feel my appreciation for her unique spirit growing ever greater, my delight in her humor increasing.  I don't deserve her.  But I adore her.