When I was pregnant with Doodle, I had visions of what I thought she would look like. I never thought about her face or her height. I didn't dream about the color of her hair or her eyes. I never envisioned her is white peaceful baby spendor. In fact, what I saw in my mind's eye was the Future Doodle. Future Doodle had crooked pig tails with hair falling out from every angle. Future Doodle had a little dirt left on her face. Future Doodle was in such constant motion that I never got more than that little glimpse into whom this baby would become. Of course the minute she was born, I stopped wondering and just stared in awe at her beauty (and her ability to cry non-stop). But I never forgot that image of the toddler with the dirty face and crooked pig tails. Friday afternoon, following a busy morning and a long nap, that toddler made a real live appearance.
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