Well, I really fell of the post-every-day-in-November wagon... A valiant effort, but a little too much for this time of year. Anyway, I have 2 days left in the month, and it's easy to choose which 2 things I want to blog about.
Today, it's this little piece of wonderful, who we call Abby.
To be honest, she's probably the biggest challenge in my life right now. She spends many moments in her days in defiance or overbearing neediness. But, even if I put all her difficulties and my frustrations with her on a balance, they could never compare with the joy she brings us. She loves it when I just sit on the floor and look into her eyes, and give her 100% of my attention. It's all she needs to be happy. Her face lights up, she turns around, and backs up like a truck until she falls onto my lap. She loves giving kisses and hugs, and is a very sociable little thing. She says "hi" and then a whole string of incomprehensible sentences to any stranger who walks by her. No one can resist her engaging nature. =)
She loves reading books, but only certain ones, and only when the pages don't give her any hassle in turning at just the right time, just the way she wants them to... This is generally how she is with pretty much everything. So now, in the morning when it's time for me to shower, I ask her if she wants to come up to my bathroom and play with her book box. She always replies, "Aye," which is how she says yes. It's like she's a pirate or a Scotsman or something. I have no idea where that came from, but she says it all the time. Anyway, she comes up to the bathroom and plays with the books while I manage to shower in relative peace. This is a real step up from our previous arrangement where she pulled EVERYTHING out of the lower bathroom cupboards and left them strewn across the room for me to clean up. It was a high price to pay for a shower. This is nicer. Although, she still leaves a nasty trail of disaster in whatever other room she plays in. Dish towels pulled out of kitchen cupboards, puzzle pieces and toys dumped out, toilet paper unrolled, blankets and laundry unfolded and deposited every which way... She's like a make-work project made especially for me. Because, I don't have anything else demanding my time.......
Like I said though, as draining as this little person is on my body and emotions, every night when I go to check on her before I go to bed, I literally feel a surge of love move through me. I know that sounds cheesy, but it really happens every time. Especially when she's sleeping on her tummy with her butt stuck in the air, or sprawled out with one of her cute little feet sticking out through the slats in the crib, or curled up with her thumb still stuck in her mouth. She's fiesty. She's gregarious. She's tender. She's a smile on my face. She's Abby, and today, and everyday, I'm so thankful for her.
Today, it's this little piece of wonderful, who we call Abby.
To be honest, she's probably the biggest challenge in my life right now. She spends many moments in her days in defiance or overbearing neediness. But, even if I put all her difficulties and my frustrations with her on a balance, they could never compare with the joy she brings us. She loves it when I just sit on the floor and look into her eyes, and give her 100% of my attention. It's all she needs to be happy. Her face lights up, she turns around, and backs up like a truck until she falls onto my lap. She loves giving kisses and hugs, and is a very sociable little thing. She says "hi" and then a whole string of incomprehensible sentences to any stranger who walks by her. No one can resist her engaging nature. =) 
She loves reading books, but only certain ones, and only when the pages don't give her any hassle in turning at just the right time, just the way she wants them to... This is generally how she is with pretty much everything. So now, in the morning when it's time for me to shower, I ask her if she wants to come up to my bathroom and play with her book box. She always replies, "Aye," which is how she says yes. It's like she's a pirate or a Scotsman or something. I have no idea where that came from, but she says it all the time. Anyway, she comes up to the bathroom and plays with the books while I manage to shower in relative peace. This is a real step up from our previous arrangement where she pulled EVERYTHING out of the lower bathroom cupboards and left them strewn across the room for me to clean up. It was a high price to pay for a shower. This is nicer. Although, she still leaves a nasty trail of disaster in whatever other room she plays in. Dish towels pulled out of kitchen cupboards, puzzle pieces and toys dumped out, toilet paper unrolled, blankets and laundry unfolded and deposited every which way... She's like a make-work project made especially for me. Because, I don't have anything else demanding my time.......Like I said though, as draining as this little person is on my body and emotions, every night when I go to check on her before I go to bed, I literally feel a surge of love move through me. I know that sounds cheesy, but it really happens every time. Especially when she's sleeping on her tummy with her butt stuck in the air, or sprawled out with one of her cute little feet sticking out through the slats in the crib, or curled up with her thumb still stuck in her mouth. She's fiesty. She's gregarious. She's tender. She's a smile on my face. She's Abby, and today, and everyday, I'm so thankful for her.
2 comments:
Nicely put, Jen. I can totally relate.
Jen this post is beautiful! I can so totally relate, and I laughed with the trail of disaster because . . .I can so totally relate. This is the sleeper that they have the same. I am continally amazed how much they look and act alike. It won't be like this forever, hang on tight! (AND look forward to the future =))
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