We've already established that I am the antithesis of the term "crunchy granola"; Evie, on the other hand, may be a little hippie-mama-in-the-making:
*she's WAAAAYYY into co-sleeping. I'm pretty sure she'd be on board if we decided to sell our bed on craiglist, set up a futon mattress on our bedroom floor and enjoy the family bed until she's sixteen. NOT that there's anything wrong with that...
*the kid FLIPS out if I don't provide "toppy" for her yogurt, strawberries, etc. And by "toppy", I mean wheat germ or ground flaxseed meal. She uses her thumb and her pointer finger to then scrape all the toppy off of the particular food item and eats it plain. Blech. ME, on the other hand? Give me aspartame any day.
*She could go indefinitely without bathing and totally be fine with that. Maybe she's joining the no-poo movement?
*She would possibly also be on board with the idea of breastfeeding until she is sixteen, kinda like this kid. I, however, am not. (NOT that there's anything wrong with that...)
*She loves tie-dye.
*She's very into the concept of "gentle discipline". In fact, if we just indefinitely scrapped the idea of spanking, she'd be a happy girl.
Then again, she also imbibes mass quantities of "bustard" (read=mustard) by the spoonful, could watch PBS Kids till her eyes get red and pussy, and enjoys any kind of brainless, made-in-China toy that goes 'zip' when it moves, and 'pop' when it stops, and "whirrrr" when it stands still. So maybe I'm infecting her with my toxic philosophies after all...
(Sporting her organic cotton tie-dye shirt and smiling for the camera. Just kidding, it's not organic. And those marks on her arm? NOT tribal henna markings, just non-homemade paint.)