She's obsessed with Disney Princesses. OBSESSED. I can't go through Walgreens or Target without constant cries for items that have princesses on them... Sunglasses, jumpropes, towels, etc.
Nina's getting a little brother in November. She can point to my belly when I ask where the baby is, but will also kiss her dad's tummy if he says to kiss the baby. She's a dancing fool- lifts the bottom of her dress like a *you know it* princess. She recently learned to jump, can tuck herself under a blanket very impressively, and puckers up to give smooches on demand unless she's in a foul mood. At Lola's, Nina pulls up a step stool and will play in the sink for HOURS. At Mima and Poppa's, she begs to ride in the truck, play outside with Callie, and admonishes the mean kitty; "NO Rita, be NICE!"
It's thrilling to see Nina develop into a little person- her name, Red reminded me today, means "Warrior Princess" and that really couldn't be more fitting. Dr. McNair, who delivered her, was approving when I told her Nina was a strong-willed little girl with a lot of energy and a passion for pink. It's also sad to me to see less of my baby. There's an independent streak already that threatens me as her mom.
