Seriously try to say that title and NOT think of Phil Collin’s “Sussudio”. Cause I’ve been making up names that sound like this for months now. It’s a terrible disorder I have. Like Isora? I call her Toot Toot Tootie-o. Cause she toots a lot. But I digress…
Every single day this gorgeous child of mine gets slightly older, way smarter and all the more precocious (if that’s even possible). She is like a surly tweenager wrapped in a tiny little toddler body, all pouts and princess twirls and opinions and eye rolls. I mean, who makes this face while swinging on arguably the coolest swing ever? Monk, that’s who.
And it scares the crap out of me. Cause seriously, if she is this smart and this
dramatic possessed batshitcrazy emotionally expressive now, how will teen life be?
Thankfully we have several years to think of how large of a cage to build her and/or how large of a padded cell to build for Michael and I.
Until then I will just continue cultivating a fine patch of gray hairs on the side of my head as I watch her speed down the block on this bad boy…
Now I have to be honest…First of all this may be the most adorable motorized vehicle I’ve ever seen. I mean…come on…it’s a tiny pink scooter. And what’s cuter than a tiny pink scooter? A tiny little grease monkey who really wants to work the screw driver. Girls that work on bikes? SO cool.
Second after visiting Barcelona and Rome I vowed that one day I too would be a bad-ass lady with my highest heels on while speeding around the city on a gorgeous robin’s egg blue Vespa without a helmet but with a perfectly disheveled updo. Still working on checking that one off of my bucket list…
Third, it MAY go 5 miles an hour. But that’s a big MAY. I’m thinking more around 2 1/2. So it’s perfectly safe.
So many many thanks go to Jiddo and Teta for getting this great scooter for Cedella to tool around their cul-de-sac on. She loves it.
And thanks to Daddy for helping to build it…especially since he is the opposite of a grease monkey.
Look at the utter joy on her face as she rides around.
I have instant flashbacks to the first time I rode on the back of my Uncle Randy’s motorcycle. There’s nothing like the feeling of riding a bike with a motor, it’s exhilarating.
Hope that she enjoys that feeling for many many years to come!
Happy WW to each and every one of you!!