Those are the words I hear from the moment Pinkie Pie wakes up until she goes to bed at night.
My oldest, PP, is totally a daddy’s girl, so when I got pregnant with Pinkie Pie, I was hoping for a momma’s girl. Well, I got what I wished for (and then some!).
Pinkie Pie’s first word was MOMMA and it comes as no surprise that this is her favorite word (along with Elmo, Abby, and Popsicle).
I love that she is a momma’s girl but have two concerns about it.
Number 1: I cannot get anything done! She wants me to carry her around all day, every day.
Around the house, she wants to be carried, at the grocery store, she wants out of the cart to be carried, at the mall, she wriggles in her stroller so I can carry her.
My arms are building up some muscle carting around my 22 pounder!
When I am not around, my husband says she is so good. She will play independently or with her sister and most importantly, she doesn’t whine to be picked up. I guess I am just a sucker and she knows she can get her way with me.
Number 2: Since I am always picking Pinkie Pie up and carrying her everywhere, it’s less time that I get to spend with PP. PP even says, “Mommy, she wants you to pick her up, so pick her up so she stops crying.” Followed by, “You always pick her up.”
Now, if PP trys to hug me, Pinkie Pie goes nuts! She holds her arms up with huge tears streaming down her face while her cheeks turn beet red with sadness.
So, I try to pick them both up (remember my reference to huge biceps??) then Pinkie Pie starts to hit PP so she can get even closer to me (basically, turns into Wrestlemania).
Either way, I feel like I upset one of my daughters and more likely than not, I give in to Pinkie Pie since she is younger (and louder!)
Help!!! Does anyone have any advice for me?