independent woman
i took ziya into the kitchen this morning and put her into her bouncie, which i call her 'big girl seat' since she sits there all by herself like she doesn't need me at all, which makes me want to cry a lil bit. not even 4 months old and she is already sneaking out and stealing my car to go to waffle house and smoke cigarettes with her friends. ok, maybe not... that might have been me. it's pretty fantastic being able to let her do her thing in the chair so i can get stuff done, though. so, i'm standing there drinking my half cup of coffee and eating a miniature cinnamon bun, and i start singing 'all the women who independent throw your hands up at me' and she started smiling all huge and goofy, squealed and laughed. apparently she shares her mother's not.so.secret [noted by my ability to spout out a song that pertains to whatever conversation] love of terrible pop music.