(Note: I accidentally deleted several posts recently. Ugh. I'm a tad heartbroken about the Flowers story being lost in the blogosphere forever. But just in case you were keeping track and thought you might be losing your minds.... it's not you - it's me!)
To say that she sees the world through rose-colored glasses would be an understatement. Or perhaps just slightly erroneous. Tone that rose color down a few pastel notches, and you have my little girl's perspective on her great big world.
The other day, I had to wake her from a deep-sleeping nap. After a few moments of my gentle nudging, she flailed forward a bit, opened her eyes really wide and yelled, "PINK!"
I ended up returning an adorable pair of little white sandals the other day because she just wouldn't even put them on her feet.
Tonight, I was singing her a lullaby, and her eyes were growing heavier with each measure. But she mustered just enough energy to insist "No, no, no happy little BLUE birds flying to rainbow, mommy!! PINK birds fly to rainbow!!"
I think it's safe to assume that when you see the world through rose-colored glasses, somewhere over the rainbow, skies are certainly NOT blue...