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Unique Diva


Paisley's teacher, Ms. Cristi, sent home a picture of her from school today that made my heart so happy.  If you don't know which one she is, that would be the very pink and frilly little movie star in the middle.  No, it isn't picture day.  It isn't Easter or a school program.  That was just the outfit she insisted upon that day.

Raising Paisley is far from easy.  Her day can fall apart if things don't go just right.  You have to put on her left shoe first.  Never cut up her bananas- she likes them whole.  She will get herself in and out of the car without your help thankyouverymuch.  She turns off the lights and TV when we leave.  And heaven forbid you don't zip up her jackets and put the hood on before opening the door.



But what I've learned is with every demand she has, she also is becoming a very strong-willed independent girl who knows what she wants.  She isn't ever afraid to voice her opinion and she stands up for herself.  Those sound like traits she might need down the road...

Yesterday she was having a conversation with my cell phone which concerned me so I looked at it and realized she was talking to Siri.  She would mumble to her and Siri would reply, "I did not understand that." And Paisley would respond, "you didn't?"  Like she just couldn't imagine why this mechanical voice wasn't picking up what she was saying.

She also is very loving and cuddly and thoughtful.  The kid loves to go anywhere and rarely complains if we're in public.  And she's pretty.  Really pretty.  And funnier than I ever imagined a 3-year-old could be.  And she has ensured that our house is full of life and excitement.  

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  1. She is too cute and what a personality!

    Avery is quite a bit the same way and it makes me happy even though she is challenging. I know she will not be pushed around or pressured into anything, which are SOOOOOO important, especially for a girl!

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