You've heard that joke before, haven't you? About how all kids are made adorable so their parents don't sell them off to the gypsies? (Yeah, the punchline I've received a few times involved worse, but I don't like to think that way when it comes to children. Call me prude. Even if my name is Jen.)
Well, let me just add my own statement to the mix that I have an absolutely beautiful little girl. Sure, you all tell me this ALL THE TIME, and even if it wasn't true, I believe it myself, so there.
(All right, I've been meaning to write about this for a while, but it will just have to do as a tangent: I've had people come up to me, asking about how Sprite is, what she's doing these days, you know, getting the update on her life since they see me from time to time. I fill them in on the "She's fine" moments and their response is always "She's so beautiful!"... Hmm. Am I the only one who thinks this response is an automatic, one to fill the dead space of conversation and put a period on it because it's done and the only way you can come back with an answer is to say "thank you" and "Can you pass the sweetener since my coffee isn't going to doctor itself and you're blocking the machines?" While I smile at people who tell me how pretty or beautiful or intelligent Sprite is, a little thought goes off inside my head, if you're close enough, you can smell the smoke, that they're just saying it to be kind, but they don't really mean it. Just a thought! Not a reason to tell me she's cute! In fact, let's forget I even mentioned it.) (Erasing the entire tangent would take care of that nicely...)
Sprite looks just like John. Now, if you watch the comments section, my mom will probably chime in at some point today (she's the infamous "Baba" if you're new to Sprite's Keeper) with all sorts of reminders about how Sprite acts like me. Yeah, yeah, heard it all before, but in terms of her looks, she favors her father.
I've written before about Sprite's angel bite which is high on her left ear. It's something I subconsciously look for when I greet her at the end of each school day, you know, just in case the aliens came down and abducted the real Sprite, replacing her with a pretty authentic looking replica, I'd be able to tell if this chameleon was really my kid. She doesn't have many other noticeable quirks about her body, a little spot on her cheek that shows a fraction of a shade darker than the rest of her flawless face, and yes, this little spot has been swiped with a wet wipe far too many times since I would think it was dirt, (Haven't tried Mother's Spit yet. Do you think that will get it out?) but nothing else that really stands out except for a tiny mark on the back of her ear. This little mark stands on the outer rim, almost always covered by hair, something that gets overlooked all the time, in fact, John didn't even know about it until I pointed it out to him a year ago.
It looks like someone dotted her with a brown Sharpie, that's how small and round it is. I thought it was an unusual spot to have a birthmark until one day when I was checking my own ears. I've had issues with my ears, or more specifically the double pierced holes in my ears since I was a kid. I'm allergic to most metals so wearing earrings is only reserved for special occasions. In fact, I'm not even sure if I can still get the shafts through my ears since it's been so long for me. Anyway, as I flipped the shells of my ears forward, I noticed my left ear had a spot on the back rim. Of course, the exact same place as Sprite. At first I thought it was dirt and I wasn't doing a good enough job cleaning, but after scratching at it, confirmed it was indeed a birthmark, one that had escaped my attention for all of my life.
I showed John this similarity between Sprite and myself and he kind of shrugged, commenting that people would find our identical personalities to be the real bond breaker. Sometimes, he can be a buzzkill..
His mom though, she gave me the reaction I was looking for, her eyes widening, her mouth forming a perfect 'o', not unlike her granddaughter (whose father takes after his mother's side), her smile of surprise just what I wanted to see.
I think it's cool, myself.
So there it is, my ear-y coincidence. Get it now? It only proves that Sprite really is my daughter and was, in fact, NOT an alien substitute. Unless.... we're both alien substitutes?
(That would explain SO much...)
Now go and bond with these amazing Spinners!And a link!
Peg over at Square Peg in a Round Hole
Stacy over at Stacy Uncorked -New Name!
Vandy over at The Testosterone Three and Me -Updated Friday! Fresh Spin!
Next Week's Spin Cycle: Mystery Spin!
Hee hee, I've been planning this for a while, compiling some of my favorite Spin topics so I could run a huge mamma-jamma Spin session which would truly be all over the place. Kind of like that last sentence.
Okay, the Spin topics in no discernible order are:
Happiness Memories Holidays Embarrasment Money
Work Love Quirks Pet Peeves Children Fears
Anger Management Pets Time FREE SPIN!
Here's the way we're gonna play this week: If you want to play this Spin Cycle, just leave a note in the comments saying "Yo, Jen! Give me a Spin!" and I'll email you the randomly picked topic singled out by Sprite herself. Unless she's busy. Then I can use John. If HE'S busy, you're stuck with me. Sorry. I will try to get the emails turned around as quickly as possible, which means stalking my own comments like a crazed lunatic hitting refresh while the casserole burns on the stovetop and the kid screams and the dogs bark and nothing gets done. Basically what I do every day.
Just make sure your email is correct and I'll send you your Spin! You don't have to do it right away. Just do it by Friday and we'll all be happy Spinners. (Oh, and if you prefer a certain topic and make it known in your comment? I'm a total pushover. Chances are good you'll get it. Just like chances are good Sprite will get chicken nuggets for dinner again tonight. Because I'm WEAK.)
See you next week on the Spin Cycle! (I should do a Spin on tangents. I seem to be full of them..)