The perfect woman

Before Layli was born, Billy and I both wanted a boy. I mainly wanted a boy because I knew that was what Billy wanted. When the doctor told us she was a girl we were totally in denial…we walked out of the office in silence, holding hands, lamenting our son’s non-existence. Over the next few days I became much more excited about the thought of having a girl, but Billy didn’t truly get over it until Layli was born. I had no idea how much he was going to adore her. I guess I just didn’t think about it. Billy is the type of person that kids idolize but he doesn’t share the same affection. Don’t get me wrong, he loves kids, but he’s just not as into them as they are to him…no matter how cute they are. From the minute Layli was born, she had her dada wrapped around her miniature pinky. He is totally enamoured with her and has said that he’s glad we didn’t have a boy- he loves that he can “oh & ah” over her and it might have been different if she were a boy. So I’ve been thinking lately, besides the obvious, what is Billy so crazy about? And it came to me…baby girls are men’s dream women! Think about it:

He can figure her out. Her needs are simple and in many cases predictable.

She is always happy to see him and happy in general. Not only that, but she doesn’t need thoughtful gifts or chivalrous acts to make her happy…just his smile will do it.

She’s no drama. She rarely complains, and if she does he’s pretty sure how to fix whatever she’s needing (dirty diaper, hunger, sleep).

She’s beautiful.

She accepts him for who he is. She’s fine with his shameless addiction to chess and in fact encourages it by sitting still with him as he plays for however long.

So there we have it. The truth behind the term “Daddy’s Girl.”