Having a girl first is one of the best ways to start a family. The other best way is to have a boy first. Obviously.
I still think it’s a cute name–but nothing compared to my Cosette.
1. Her sense of humor. She doesn’t just have the goofy, silly toddler humor (although she does have that “aplenty”)–Coco has a wit that will stop you dead in your tracks and think, “Did that really just come from a three year old??” She can say things in a sarcastic, tongue-in-cheek sort of way that goes beyond her years.
2. Her empathy and compassion for people in pain. Coco is the best nurse to have around when I’m having a hard day with my RA. She comforts me, calls me “Sweetie” and finds ways to cheer me up.
Recently, I banged my head really hard on a cupboard. It was so awful that I literally just had to go lay down and cry. Matt told me later that Coco went to her bed and started sobbing, saying, “I don’t want Mommy to be hurt!”
3. Her hair. This might sound shallow after the first two, but really, Coco has the most beautiful hair. It actually is the source of much conflict between her and I. She hates it when I do her hair, and I hate it when her hair isn’t done. She has the kind of hair that can look amazing, but it can also make her look like a street urchin if you don’t tame it. Hence, the conflict.
4. Her logic. She must get it from her father, the logician. She has a way of seeing the world that is very cut and dry. The other day, Chaucer kept saying to her, “You OK? You OK?” Coco would say, “Yes, I’m OK, Chauce!” After repeating himself five hundred times Coco finally said in a seriously exasperated tone, “No! Actually I’m not OK now, because you won’t stop asking me if I’m OK.”
Unfortunately that logic was lost on Chaucer. “You OK?”
5. Her energy. Alright, so maybe her energy actually drives me nuts. But theoretically, I love what she is capable of doing. Someday she’ll take on the world–and I can’t wait to see what she does with it.