Now, Rick and I had decided to stop at two kids. Two boys and we were perfectly happy. God thought otherwise, so then came Kadence.
There is only one problem. She is missing her sweet tooth, if I had not experienced the birth myself I would have thought she was another's child. Maybe there was a switch in the hospital...
Last week after dropping Jakob off at zoo class I thought it would be nice to take Kadence for a Krispy Kreme donut. (Nothing better than a nice warm donut on a cold rainy day). So I pick out a sour cream cake, and an original glazed, split both in half so that we could each have a taste of both. As I ate mine enjoying the sweet warm candied sugar as it danced on my taste buds, I slowly began to notice out of the corner of my eye that Kadence wasn't touching hers. I simply thought that maybe the bites were to big, so I broke off a little piece and handed it to her.
She tucked her chin to her chest, gave a little pout, turned her head away from me and said "no".
What?!? betrayal at it's deepest! I had always dreamed of having a daughter I could go and get pampered with, then end the day with some dessert at a quiet restaurant. Making brownies with her to cheer her up and talking it over at the table eating the whole pan together. Getting in the car for a quick jaunt to velvet for some ice cream on a hot day, girls only. It is like sand in my hand, flowing through my fingers. Dreams...gone...
This is how it looked after I finished my half of the donuts. I couldn't yum her into eating them. Not even a lick!! Not even a tiny taste.
She looks like me...
could she really not have a sweet tooth! oh the horror!!
There is only one problem. She is missing her sweet tooth, if I had not experienced the birth myself I would have thought she was another's child. Maybe there was a switch in the hospital...
Last week after dropping Jakob off at zoo class I thought it would be nice to take Kadence for a Krispy Kreme donut. (Nothing better than a nice warm donut on a cold rainy day). So I pick out a sour cream cake, and an original glazed, split both in half so that we could each have a taste of both. As I ate mine enjoying the sweet warm candied sugar as it danced on my taste buds, I slowly began to notice out of the corner of my eye that Kadence wasn't touching hers. I simply thought that maybe the bites were to big, so I broke off a little piece and handed it to her.
She tucked her chin to her chest, gave a little pout, turned her head away from me and said "no".
What?!? betrayal at it's deepest! I had always dreamed of having a daughter I could go and get pampered with, then end the day with some dessert at a quiet restaurant. Making brownies with her to cheer her up and talking it over at the table eating the whole pan together. Getting in the car for a quick jaunt to velvet for some ice cream on a hot day, girls only. It is like sand in my hand, flowing through my fingers. Dreams...gone...
This is how it looked after I finished my half of the donuts. I couldn't yum her into eating them. Not even a lick!! Not even a tiny taste.
She looks like me...
could she really not have a sweet tooth! oh the horror!!
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