long before that day in the delivery room when josh announced “it’s a girl!”, i had images in my head of hosting tea parties in the playroom for my future little girl someday. i couldn’t wait for the day when we’d get dressed up and sit with her teddy bears and dolls and i’d pour her a tiny cup of tea as she sat ever so still. we’d giggle and chat and giggle some more while holding up our pinky fingers and snacking on tea sandwiches that of course would have no crust. as eleanor has grown older and come into her own little person the past few months, i felt like that day wasn’t far off and i am not kidding, i have been talking about it nonstop to josh.
but rewind to a few days ago, when 22 month old eleanor, who carries two containers of play-doh around the house with her everywhere these days like most do a doll, decided to have a tea party of her own, with play-doh tea cups and… papa. papa?!?!?! i don’t know but sometimes i just feel so robbed. i mean, she “ching ching-ed” her play-doh cup with his and everything.
^^^do you see that pinky finger right there? seriously. i could not take it. ^^^^
am i hurt that eleanor experienced her first tea party and didn’t invite me? no. well. ok maybe a little. but the next best things to being invited to her tea party was getting to witness it, in my opinion. and it seriously makes my day as her mother to see how much she loves her papa. because i know he loves her back so so much. and seeing them together? it’s perfect. simple as that. just perfect.