I stripped Amelia down and we were going to color eggs. I have to admit, I have a hard time letting go and giving in to Amelia making messes. Call it one of my quirks, but it is very challenging for me. I look at some of the projects the other mommas do and give them such kudos. I kept telling myself, "I can do this." Although, I think Amelia has picked up some of my quirks, she doesn't like her hands getting dirty. If she does get yogurt or applesauce on her, she quickly wants a napkin to clean them. Remember, this is the child that asked for a spoon to eat her cake on her 2nd birthday. 
She is such a little pill. I can not get her to smile for me. 
She was curious about the cups with eggs in them and would quickly pull the cup to her. Well, back to my quirk, I would "ooh-ooh, careful." I could just see this colored vinegar water go splashing everywhere. Then I would tell myself, that every mess can be cleaned and it isn't a big deal. I have to admit, it feels a little crazy to be talking to myself back and forth about coloring eggs.
She discovered the stickers that they put in the box. Well, that would be silly to put them on the eggs and not all over her. She had fun sticking them on her hands, shirt, face, arms, and on the counter. Once again, trying to get Amelia to smile for the camera and she would have nothing to do with it. So you get a lovely side picture...little stinker.
And then she saw candy. All-in-all we had a good and fun time. I do love spending time and watching her. You can see her mind working when she is analyzing and witnessing something that peeks her curiosity. Having a child has been such a learning experience for me. I have come to look at life differently.
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Okay, I'm officially glad that I'm not the only one who has to do the self-talk thing. My friend Laura has a very active, play-in-the-dirt kind of little boy and she's totally relaxed. It's been good for me to watch her and see that if the kids put woodchips in their mouth or eat dirt or splash in their O.J. or whatever, they won't die and neither will I. She laughs at me when I cringe at Port-o-Potties and make sure we've all Purelled when we get done playing at the park. But hey, it's a big step to let go, I can only do it in baby steps!
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