I love Lily, Part I

Lily does not listen. I mean, she gets a thought, want or urge in her little brain and that's it. Tunnel vision until she gets what she desires. She will sit down in the middle of a crowded mall begging to go up and down the escape (escalator). She will scream "mama, why are you so mean to me?" at the top of her lungs when she has to ride in the stroller. She wants french fries for breakfast, lunch and chocolate for dinner. She refuses to use public restrooms. (which I don't mind, because I do too.) She will wear her jammies 24/7 if we would let her. She wants to wear her cowboy hat EVERYWHERE. Lily cannot stand for her baby dolls to wear clothes. She names them things like "Naked Baby", "Baby" and "Helen." She quotes movies like a grown up. She cannot stand to have her hair brushed so forget about fixing it. She loves cheese and tomatoes. No matter what the fixings, lettuce is always "salad." She can eat her weight in Sonic ice. Lily will say things like "mama, I know what that is, um, what is it?" She gets upset when waiters don't talk directly to her when they are taking our order. She can watch a movie a million times in a row and laugh like it is the first time, everytime. She toots and blames it on the dog but still says "scuse me." She loves bubbles and cuddling. She sings with the radio even if she doesn't know the words. She dances to an ever present tune in her brain even if we don't hear the song. She thinks corn starch is the cure for all ouchies. This is my baby. To be continued...