Big 'tude, lil package

I'm without much witty/ironic material for today's blog and thus, decided to enlighten the world on one of the people who makes up my life and w/ whom I spend each day:)

This is our first little girl, second child: Izabella Marie. Now, her name means Merrily Sanctified to God, but there's not an awful lot about Iz I'd call "merry." Merry alludes to a plump, slightly addle-patted female possessing nondescpit brown hair either caught in a bun at her neck or fizzing slightly 'round her face.

Izy is none of those things. This gal is joyous, clever and sweet as a that pup peering out at you from under the covers, but most of all...she's sassy:) My daughter learned to say her first words at 7 mos old, and those words were: mama, dada and MINE! soon followed by NO! Now I'm just saying, but we should have seen it coming w/ the introduction of the latter two. There is a great deal more 'tude and willpower in that little body than there are sardines shoved in a can.

Is this simply a stage? Pre-terrible two's? Allow me disabuse the masses of this opinion with a little story.
Socks, as we all know, were created for a reason, yes? A good reason. A sensible reason. Frostbite and gangreen are commonly considered undesireable companions. Most chil'ens adore the putting on and taking off of the sock...most chil'ens don't simply reject the very notion of sockdom out of hand. Most children are not Izy:) You might not think a toddler with fewer than the average number of hairs upon her head could, with such fevor, protest the addition of cloth on her tooties...you'd be wrong. Apparently, feet must feel the death-cold, hard wood floors some loony deemed wise to place in our home w/out the added addition (haha) of insulation. They must be free to..well, to be free. Or else victoriously captured within the rubbery confines of a purply-pink sneaker. Yes, before our daughter introduced herself to our lives, we were obviously under great dillusions as to the actual purpose of the sock. Toes everywhere rejoice at this new fount of knowledge, wisedome and I-know-besthood.

And that is our daughter; clever, undeniably precious, sweet, joyous and the sassiest little thing you ever did meet off a side street of silverton road:)