Looking for the receipt

As soon as I find the receipt for my daughter I plan on taking her back! Yes I said that, I think I brought the wrong child home!

I took her out in the back garden last weekend as I finally got around to uncovering all the lawn furniture, putting up the hammock, pulling the tarps off the bikes and most importantly opening up the sand box. I was so excited to get outside and to get Baby C outside too. I put her down in the grass and she just stared at the grass then up at me, then down at the grass then up at me. She finally took a step and then stood still, she took another step, wobbled a little and fell forward but braced herself as she went. Her little hands touched the blades of grass, each finger feeling an unfamiliar texture.

Our dirt is uneven way in the back of our garden and the grass that she has to walk on is therefore slightly uneven and for a little girl who's only been walking for 3 weeks and still walks like Herman Monster from the Adams Family, the terrain is a little tricky. So with each step she seemed to weeble and wobble until, her diaper padded butt finally gave way and she was sitting in the grass with this look on her face!! If she could have cursed I think she might have!

I let her sit there for a while and as she sat she did that arching of the back (the one that kids learn how to master when they're acting out in public) and began to whine and ended up lying in the grass, the same grass that she seemed to hate so much. I let her lay for a while and the sight of the clear blue sky up above seemed to calm her and she lay for quite a while watching the branches sway and the clouds roll by. I thought to myself how much we take for granted and how this was probably the first time she'd been on her back and looked up at the sky like this.

Once the moment passed she remembered her dislike for grass and began to whine. I figured she'd endured enough and I was then forced to hose down the lawn chairs with 20lbs hoist on my side. Once all the chairs we drying out in the sun, I sat down on the grass with her and opened up the sand box. I soon found out that, I was WAY more excited about this sand box than she'll ever be! I cleaned the sand and grabbed her new birthday sand kit and plopped her and the sand kit in the sand box.

At first she looked at me with despair and bewilderment then disgust. She lifted each leg, one at a time out of the sand desperately trying to lift both feet out of the sand but all the while still sit on her butt. I realized she didn't care for this new environment and I quickly began to laugh, smile and play with the sand. She began to turn her frown upside down but obviously only to appease me as she slowly let her feet slide back into the sand. I quickly sprinkled the sand over each of her legs, covering her toes, so she could feel the grains slowly trickle and tickle her legs.

She sat for a while and then commenced to let me know that fun time was over and she'd done all she could to amuse herself with these new things called grass and sand. She was done and if I didn't get her out, she'd get herself out!!!

REWIND <<<<<< back to the receipt. I LOVE the outdoors! If I could stay outside come rain or shine that's where I'd prefer to be. So the fact that Baby C seemed disgusted by the grass and sand was totally shocking to me. I thought she'd take to both like a duck to water, merely based on the genes I'd passed down to her!!! So because of all this I'm convinced I took the wrong duck home from the pond!!! I didn't give birth to a princess or a diva in the making did I???? I can't do the nails, and the lipsticks and the dress up....I'm a mud, sand and camping in the woods kind of girl. She'd better learn to love the sand really quickly too...we're going camping in the middle of June and we're not taking the princess thrown with us either!!!