Among the awesome things that happened this weekend, my little monkey conquered a lot of fears. At the country fair, she went on the Dolphin and the Rocket Ship ride and The Train ride (choo chooooo) ALL BY HERSELF!

You don’t understand, Gorgeouses, this is the scaredest scaredy cat in THE WORLD.

Caterpillars
Spiders
Her poop
Worms
Swimming
Fluffs
Slizzers (that’s monkey for slivers…)

And, the list goes on. I’m just too tired right now to think of the many things she’s afraid of. Because it’s exhausting being back in the city after days of country chilling. Totally missing it.

Anyway, when the monkey’s scared, she’s SCARED. We’re talking SCREECHING scared. It’s awful. And, it’s really started to worry me lately. My little girl, it seemed, is afraid of EVERYTHING. Is it MY FAULT? Could it have something to do with my own debilitating anxiety when I was preggers with her (I was PSYCHO afraid of EVERYTHING — we’re talking I WAS CALLING FARMS, PEOPLE, to see if their cheese was REALLY pasteurized…!!!)? You never know, right? And, as a mother, I’m, OF COURSE, going to blame everything that might be “wrong” with my children ON ME. Sigh….

But, this weekend, the monkey went on rides by herself at the country fair — something the “old” monkey would NEVER do. AND, she even went on the terrifying “TILT-A-WHIRL” with me, as I SCREAMED MY ARSE OFF! (Unfortunately batteries died on my camera — so I give you this generic picture I found on that Interweb thingy that gives you NO idea of how scary this ride is…:)

Right, I SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, while Brave Monkey sat there smiling (probably nervously) and saying, “I don’t like sad faces, Moooooooomma,” while pointing at the CREEPY SAD CLOWN on the tilting and whirling car beside us….

And, today, while I grimaced miserably under bright light as hygienist scraped away at my teethy teeth teeth, my little monkey lay giggling in the room beside me with her very own hygienist. She was SO BRAVE AT HER FIRST DENTIST APPOINTMENT, Gorgeouses! There was NO FEAR! Not a stitch of it! AND, while I DREADED the appointment all day, she was so excited for it, telling everyone she encountered, “I’m going to my first doctor mappointed!”

And, look at that little smile….

Oh, move that toy phone you picked out of the dentist’s treasure chest (because we all know you need ANOTHER TOY PHONE), and show the Gorgeouses your smile, Monkey!

OH, COME ON! You knowwww you love it! Show us your pretty white teeth!

Weeeeee! Yay, Monkey! Okay, okay, I know, I promised. So, here, Gorgeouses, is a picture of the Monkey’s dress. I promised I’d show you the dress if she’d show her teeth….

Mmmhmmm. It’s the pink dress of the day. Because my daughter loves pink. And, butterflies. And, fairies, princesses and unicorns…. She tells us that all the time. And, anyone she talks to.

But, she’s scared, Gorgeouses? OF NOTHING. Except caterpillars, worms, fluffs, her poop, swimming, did I mention FLUFFS…. That’s ma girl! CONGRATULATIONS MONKEY! Love, Moooomma!