When Lilly was born, everyone told us how different it'd be having a girl. How it would bring balance to our house. A little bit more clam. "2 boys!" they'd say, "Oh you needed a girl!"
Really. Here are some of the words used to describe Lilly: pistol, determined, fire cracker, tough, tomboy, go getter, and my own, ragamuffin. Look at this girl. No matter how hard I try to keep her clean, she is usually a mess. She wants to be in on the action. If her brothers are doing it, so is she. And if I won't let her, or she can't, she screams. Loudly. Really, really, REALLY loudly. What kind of mother won't let her 1 year old on the top bunk? I'm so unfair.On this particular day, the brothers were in the mud hole. They had reached a new level of mud hole muddiness by filling the entire thing with water and creating a mud lake.
If they were going to be in the mud lake, so was Lilly.
She decided to taste it too. It might be good. And like I said, she doesn't want to miss out on anything.
Oh Lilly, my little fire cracker. My ragamuffin. I love you even when you make me want to scream right along with you. I am glad you have figured out how to express yourself so well, but I will be far more glad when you use words instead. My ears will thank you. No matter what, I will still dress you in pink and you will always be my beauty. Even if the pink is mud splattered and so are you.