- Imagine, if you will, a thirty-something woman stuck motionless outside her minivan’s sliding door. Her sunglasses are starting to slip off her “roots need to be touched up bad” head. She is powerless to catch the sunglasses, and is silently praying that her nose doesn’t start to itch. The humidity of a Mississippi afternoon is causing a tiny bead of sweat pearls to form at her hairline, and she’s rethinking the choice to have worn skinny jeans on such a day. She’s a prisoner to the scenario that has unfolded in the infant carseat. She holds a pile of napkins over the chaos with one hand, and uses the other to keep the baby’s hands out of her mouth. She waits patiently for her knight in shining armor to return, and is secretly grateful this happened with him there. I’ve set the scene, so let’s go back to the beginning.
- Today was Bailey’s 6 month well baby visit. Her appointment was at 2 o’clock. We start heading out the door 30 minutes before her check-up, even though the office is only 10 minutes away. Any parent understands this logic. It’s the only way to arrive a mere 5 minutes late. (Read that again if you need to). When we pulled into the parking lot, (yes, 5 minute late) I noticed immediately that we forgot the diaper bag. Ok. First off, you should never do this. You will need it most when you don’t have it! Then the husband says the dreaded words, “we probably won’t need it.” Secondly, don’t ever, I repeat EVER say that. That’s when you will. As we settled into the waiting room, squishy sounds emit from Bailey’s bottom half. Dang, she doodied. I quickly hone in on a Mom holding a baby boy a few seats over, and ashamedly ask for a diaper. In true camaraderie she passes over a diaper with a smile, mentioning that it may be a little big. It was indeed a size larger than the ones Bailey had just gotten into. With a fresh diaper we sailed through the appointment with minimal crying over the exam process. Everyone had come to the appointment and insisted on sitting on the exam table, but the pediatrician didn’t seem confused when three little girls turned towards him as he entered. We went for a celebratory late lunch at the Golden Arches. It’s not the healthiest, but indeed delicious. The two year old usually has ice cream in a cup, but got her first experience with a cone today. She didn’t surprise me a bit when she started eating the bottom of the cone first.
- We needed to pick up a few things at the super center, which is a common occurrence. As I went to extract Bailey, I saw it. Oh the horror. It was reminiscent of one of those chocolate lava cakes. Rising out of the fat creases of the baby’s groin was a bubbling seepage of utter foulness. It had embedded not only in the fat rolls of her thighs, but also the lap belt of the carseat. I couldn’t see the damage underneath and indeed did not want to image it either. Her tiny hands had taken to exploring this new development and therefore were a horrific scene of brown, green gore. Ben threw me a wad of leftover fast food napkins from the glove box and took off on his quest for diapers and wipes. When he returned, we went to work like a hazmat crew. If only we had crime scene tape to string around the vehicle. It couldn’t have drawn more attention than me holding a naked baby in the air, underneath her armpits while Ben hastily scrubbed with wipe after wipe. Our backup pit crew sat in the basket singing twinkle, twinkle until Ben informed them there would be no singing in a situation like this. I can only assume that the too big diaper, in concert with baby Gowen exploding gas, and Ben’s fate tempting comment had conspired to produce the malady we now endured. The outfit she had been wearing was beyond salvage, so I carried in a diaper clad only babe. Within 2 minutes of entering the store, we encountered another naked baby. Ben mused that perhaps he had pooped all over himself as well. As I looked down at my chubby, pale and naked darling, she grinned at me as if to say, “isn’t this just the best time ever?” I looked down and noticed some green doodoo in my nails. Yes dear, I suppose it is.
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- It was 3 am and I startled awake because I heard the baby crying. As I lay there pulling myself out of my slumber, I thought, “Maybe she’ll stop if I just wait.” As I listened to her cries, I realized she was in the full throws of a serious crying jag, and she was not likely to settle herself easily. As I was about to raise out of bed, I heard my husband get up and make his way down the hall. I heard him scoop up the baby and her cries stopped almost immediately. I was sucked back down into sleep. When my alarm went off a couple of hours later, I realized that I had slept while Ben took care of the baby. I looked over and saw them both asleep in the rocking recliner. Ben would have to go into work later that morning as well, but had easily taken baby duty so I could rest.
- Seeing my husband as a father has shown me a side of him I adore. It’s one of the reasons (the biggest really) that I fell in love with him. No, I didn’t know how he would be with our children. No one can know that. You can try and guess, but until you have them, you don’t truly know. What I did know when we dated, was that Ben had a good heart. I could see it in little things, like the notes he would write on random slips of paper and leave around for me to find. I could see it in the way he treated strangers that crossed his path. I married him because I knew his heart was so big, and he had the capacity to love me more than I had ever known.
- When we had our first daughter I was not only given the gift of a child, but I became privy to watching my spouse love a little life with every fiber of his being. When I saw him smile at her, I saw an expression of sheer joy I had never seen before. I was mesmerized by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and twinkled so merry. Yes, they really twinkled. I was gifted with having a wonderful partner to take the journey of parenthood with. Watching my spouse excel at this task, and seeing the manner in which he relishes each moment, has been an absolute treat. When I was a kid, I always said I wanted to marry a man like my Daddy. Well, Daddy can be proud. God gave me a wonderful spouse who treasures not only our children, but me as well. Happy Father’s Day Ben. The children and I are beyond blessed.
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- I’ve felt pretty strongly about what I needed to share today. I’ve blogged briefly on this before, but if you missed it, here you go. I also feel the base premise is worthy of repeating. I don’t wish to dedicate an entire post to the lack of relationship with my biological Father. Rather, I want it to be about what God has done in my life related to it. That’s the important part. I think you can either see the negative side of things, or choose to accentuate the positive.
- Originally my biological father tried to keep a relationship with me after my Dad adopted me. I strongly believe it was more due to the urging of his new wife than anything. I remember my last visit. I had just turned 9 years old. I remember this well because I took my Birthday money with me to his house. I remember he asked if he could borrow it to buy a carton of cigarettes. Of course, I agreed. Of course, I never saw the money again. I hardly saw him the entire 2 weeks. He worked, and left me home with his step-son to babysit me. It was a horrible visit. I remember after I got home it just hit me that I didn’t want him to be my Dad anymore. I liked my new Dad so much better. I remember being so angry. I took a crayon and wrote on my white dresser, “I hate Randy” (his first name). I went and told my Mom that I didn’t want to see Randy again.
- When I learned the Father Heart of God that I spoke of in my previous post, my mindset on life began to change. I posted yesterday on letting go of past hurts. One way to do that is to forgive. That anger from that little 9 year old girl lashing out on her bedroom furniture was still there. God showed me how to let it go. It didn’t happen overnight as I’m prone to say. It actually took 6 months from the time God told me to forgive him, until I was able to call him up and honestly tell him I had. I met him for a day together in Memphis. It was 12 years since I had seen him. Afterwards I remember my Dad seeming upset in the car. Finally he asked, “Do you call him Daddy?” It almost makes me cry to think of that. I told him honestly that day, “No. You’re my Daddy.” Forgiveness doesn’t mean you have to become bosom buddies with the offender. It’s more about letting go of anger or sadness that drag you down. Randy made an effort to keep contact the 2nd time around. On my Birthday he sent me an atlas and a Billy Graham book. He knew I was a Christian and a missionary. It occurred to me as I looked at my books that he really didn’t know me at all. It didn’t make me angry, just sad. I noticed the cards he sent were in his wife’s handwriting (wife # 4 for him). We eventually drifted apart again. When my Mother died, I called him. His response was “Oh s@#* Brie, that sucks.” I was reminded that he just wasn’t cut out to be a Dad. I’m sad for him and the opportunity he lost to know his children (no, I’m not the only one). I’m not angry anymore. I’m not hurt anymore. God moved me past that. This situation afforded me the opportunity to gain a wonderful man as my Dad. I got to be a big sister. Most importantly, I was able to appreciate my Dad for the wonderful man he was, never taking him for granted.
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- Yesterday I posted a little bit about my Daddy. I was definitely blessed with an earthly Father after my biological one became absent. Even though I was adopted by Dad, there was still feelings of rejection present in my life. I think there was a part of me that always felt like I had been dismissed so easily. My biological Father gave me up pretty easily when it came down to it. A hidden part of me wondered what it was about myself that made me so easy to not love. It was good that Dad was there to love me and show me a truly perfect example of what a loving Father can be. Even though Dad did this, I still felt like I wasn’t up to par, so to speak. It probably sounds silly, but I didn’t feel like I fit in place within our family. When my parents had other children, I felt like they were Dad’s real children. Daddy never made me feel adopted, and neither did my Mother. They were excellent at making me feel special and just as much a part of things as the other children. They didn’t make me feel out of place. I did that to myself.
- When I was in my early twenties I discovered a solid truth that would change my perspective on my life and begin a healing process in my heart. I had been in church throughout my childhood, but I had never learned the concept of the Father Heart of God. When I first learned of this aspect of God, it was like the floodgates opened, and an enormous wave of love and acceptance was poured into my life. I was able to grab hold of a love so powerful, unconditional, and true, that it was able to permeate every cell of my being. Not only did this love make me feel special, beautiful, and adored, it was a relationship that healed my hurts. I was adopted a 2nd time, into a Holy family. My earthly Father did such a wonderful job of loving me, but I craved that relationship with my Heavenly Father. That relationship was able to break the strongholds of rejection, and mend my cracked heart.
- Does that mean that when I realized God was my Father, I was able to erase every hurt and jump around feeling like the prettiest girl at the ball? No. See, God does such a thorough job of untangling the mess of a broken life, that it doesn’t happen immediately. Yes, you will feel different right away. When you experience the touch of His Holy Spirit and its healing in your life, you’ll feel a change right away, but you won’t be completely transformed. For one, I think we humans hold onto stuff for a while. It’s hard for Him to work when we insist on holding on to past hurts. Also, it’s not just believing in the theology that He’s our Father in Heaven. It’s about accepting that you can have that very real relationship, and surrendering your life to the perfect will of your Dad. He’s still working in me. As I give Him more of my life, my pain, and my fears, He is able to untangle another jumble of the mess I made of things. My Heavenly Father is always there ready to hold His little girl and listen to her concerns. His arms are strong, and His lap is open. They can hold me when I’m scared and keep me safe from the lies that try to creep into my life. I can cry out Abba Father and rest in His arms.
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- I thought I would go ahead and start posting for Father’s Day. I love Dads and have a lot to say on the subject. I got an opportunity a lot of children in this world do not get. I was given a second chance at having a Daddy. My biological father was not much of a presence in my childhood. He was usually absent, and when he was around, I was left wondering when he would leave again. If he was there, he was usually telling me what I wanted to hear, but also for his own gain. What 5 year old wouldn’t go get you another beer at the promise of a pony, right? He taught me how to distrust others, smoke a cigarette, and draw lines of cocaine. Needless to say, he just wasn’t cut out for being a Dad.
- I still remember looking through the window at the stranger picking up my Mom for a date. My cousin teased me saying, “He’s a werewolf and he’s gonna eat your Mom!” I almost believed him. The man was indeed kind of hairy, and he was huge, with big muscles showing through his t-shirt. He didn’t eat her, and she even let him come back around. He was nice to me, and taught me funny tricks. He took me to see Super Girl at the drive-in and bought me a pack of freshen-up gum for making the honor roll. I especially liked that he made my Momma smile. I had caught her crying too many times. I didn’t mind at all when Mom told me she wanted to marry him. She asked my permission. She told me that he had asked, but she wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want her to. She also told me that it wouldn’t change my relationship with her. She seemed more concerned over how I felt about it than I was! I liked the guy. They got married, and I even got to be in the wedding as a flower girl. I really grew to love that hairy werewolf. I once asked him if he’d buy me a pony. He said, “I’m sorry baby. I can’t afford that.” I was so happy! He passed that test with flying colors. My biological father had always packed up his backpack when he left us, so when I discovered the backpack in their closet, I was scared. I timidly asked him about it. He told me I could have it! I was pleased, but just to be on the safe side, I poured out a bottle of Elmer’s glue in the bottom. I didn’t want him to leave too.
- I remember Mom coming to me one day, and saying she had an important question for me. She wanted to know how I would feel about her husband, Michael, becoming my Daddy. She told me I didn’t have to do it, but he really wanted to adopt me. I didn’t need any time to think it over. I thought it was a great idea! Initially, my biological father seemed uncertain if he wanted to give up his parental rights. That winter I had a seizure and was diagnosed with epilepsy. When the medical bills began to filter in, he decided that giving me up for Michael to adopt was in his best interest. I often wonder if God gave me epilepsy just for that reason. God knew I needed an earthly Father in my life, and He put everything in motion for me to have the best one of all. After I became an adult, Daddy told me how the judge pushed him hard to make sure he understood what he was getting into. He told him the hardest job a man could do was take care of another man’s child. He wanted to make certain he was sure of his decision. He was. He has never made me feel like he regretted it, and instead has always made me feel like his flesh and blood daughter. I often wonder how my life might have turned out if it hadn’t been for my Daddy. I don’t think about it long though. Instead I just thank God for him.
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- I think maybe sometimes all my Mommy love I pour out across my blog may give the false impression that I am always smiling, patting my little tots on the head, and singing show tunes. If I have left anyone with that impression, then I apologize. While I am madly in love with my girls, every day is not a Hallmark card or a sitcom on Nick at Night. Most days are pretty near wonderful, but each day has its moments where I either have to count backwards from 10, or have too late said something I wish I could take back. Every day is a practice in patience, where I call out to Jesus to help me be a better Mother.
- Today we went swimming in our back yard. Even though it’s just out back, it’s a chore packing up toys, cups, floats, and towels to take out there. Then I’ll be carrying a baby seat for Bailey. I have to lather each child liberally with sunblock, and gather sun hats. It will almost make you feel like it’s not worth it. Today as I gathered a pile of stuff, Chloe placed a water gun precariously on top. I exclaimed in frustration, “I’m not a superwoman Chloe!” She simply replied, “Yes you are Momma.” It gave me pause. Yes, she things I am, and that feels pretty wonderful. We swam for maybe 45 minutes before Bailey was fussing, and Chloe was near a breakdown, with both in need of a nap. With juggling the baby, potty breaks, and tending to the pool filter, Chloe and I got to play together a total of maybe 15 minutes. She makes this face when she’s really excited that makes her shake and I could swear her eyes actually twinkle. One simple memory of seeing her expression at that moment of unbridled joy, will allow me to go through it all to swim again tomorrow, and all summer for that matter.
- For some reason today Bailey wouldn’t nap well. It’s always a snowball affect. Once it starts, it just gets worse throughout the day. We had a family birthday party today and I did not want a cranky kid. Chloe skips naps a lot since Bailey came because I honestly don’t have the strength to fight her. Today I insisted. She fought me in true Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon fashion. I ended up rocking them simultaneously, with Chloe on one side and Bailey on the other. Bailey was nursing and kept kicking Chloe. The whole time I was just trying to keep my nursing shield in place so I wouldn’t freak out the cable guy if he walked back there. (Nothing quite like putting kids to sleep with a service technician puttering away). Moments when crying, screaming, and whining fill the air will place you on an edge so precariously thin that you fear you might just slip off, or perhaps you’re ready to plunge. But then there’s the moments that lift you higher than the treetops and make you feel on top of the world. It’s like when Chloe wanted to do something earlier and I told her no. I cringed, just ready for the typical, two year old crying spell to ensue. Instead she looked at me and said, “I love you so much.” Then she walked away. It’s those unexpected moments that melt your heart, and bring tears to your eyes. It’s like when I was buckling the baby in her carseat. Chloe looked over at me and said, “You’re such a good Mommy!” It was so unprompted, and she wanted nothing in return for her compliment. Yes, these moments make me so happy. They make every little annoyance fade away. So I’m not Mary Poppins guys. But every once and a while, my kids make me feel like I am.
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- A few minutes earlier, Chloe and I were playing. It was a game of her making, stemmed from her two year old imagination. She’s usually the foreman of such make believe journeys, giving me instruction of what we are to play. I foster her creativity and rather enjoy her setting the scene. Tonight she instructed me that I would be a monster and she would be a puppy. My job was to scare her with monster sounds while she ran off barking. Yes, this is my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for a second. At one point in our game she tried to lick me. The puppy was going to affectionately lick the mean monster. So I told Chloe, “The monster has decided to be nice and not scare puppies anymore. Your kindness and love has changed the monster’s heart!”
- This kind of symbolizes what Chloe did in my actual life. This morning as she sat eating her Dad’s maple and brown sugar Life cereal, I thought, “How ironic. My life is eating Life.” This phrase is in no way meant to downplay my relationship with Christ, or place my child on an altar. It is in fact recognition of how God used a child to change my life and draw me closer to Him. God often places a catalyst in our life to encourage us and build a drive in us to seek after Him. If you’ve ever heard the phrase “lighting a fire under someone’s rear end,” it’s kinda like that. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s a situation. Sometimes it’s death, and sometimes it’s life. Irregardless of the form of your ignition, it is God that places it there. I think that fundamental fact can easily be overlooked, and we attribute change to the object of motivation rather than the Creator/Motivator.
- Chloe came along during a season in my life where I wasn’t experiencing God to His fullest extent. Her little life served as an incentive to be a better me. Since her arrival, I haven’t looked back. That’s the thing about positive change. You wonder why it took so long, and how you managed in life before it. My sister came over today with her baby son. She is able to see the behaviors of a “terrible two” and see what she has in store. As Chloe sat eating from my bowl (I had tried to fix her one of her own, but no, she just wanted mine), I said, “See what you have to look forward to.” Having children is like that. Your food is not your own. Your money is not your own. Your time is no longer your own. I ate dinner earlier in the floor so I could sit beside the baby and entertain her between bites. I got up from my plate three times to either get Chloe something or take her to the bathroom. My life has indeed changed, but so has my life. Do you get me? That wasn’t a typo. I wouldn’t trade a single puddle of pee, snotty nose, or whiny scream for a minute. It’s a package deal my friends. Even the sour is good. It just makes the sweet so much sweeter. I thank God every day, many times for sending a sweet, lovable puppy to change this monster’s heart. One lick was all it took.
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- I’ve come to the conclusion that I am the coolest, funniest, prettiest lady on this planet. I am also the best cook in the whole wide world and I tell stories better than anyone. I believe these things to be true because my children make me feel that way. My Monday was stellar as usual. The baby and I both slept 11 hours straight and it was fantastical. I enjoyed a leisurely, lazy morning with my cup of joe. It almost spilled on me 18 times. This is because I am so popular and fun to be around. My little shadow, Chloe, followed me like Mary’s little lamb. If I got up from the chair, where she was rolling all over my lap, and moved to the love seat; then she would relocate also. Aside from being the most popular girl in my house, I am also the most beautiful. As I sat in my mismatched pajamas complete with bed head, Chloe told me, “You’re so pretty Momma. I wub you!”
- We enjoyed a wonderful family day. We all went for a swim at a friend’s home. I am the best swimmer ever, and perform the most amazing technique off the diving board. I know this is an accurate description. Just ask my two year old. She was quite amazed to see an in-ground pool. When we arrived, she said, “I did not know this pool was like this.” She proceeded to tell the owner, “You’re pool is awesome!” I think she was a little intimidated at first, despite her water wings, but when I got in with her, she was fine. I don’t know if I told you, but I can prevent all harm, and even when I can’t, my kisses heal all ills.
- I got to end my day with a dinner date with my sexy sweetheart. It was sans my little fan club. They stayed with Nonnie. She is pretty magical too, according to Chloe, and is an acceptable replacement in my absence. We enjoyed Ribs. Ben hasn’t eaten anything that salty in forever and filled up quickly. We took home a nice treat of leftovers for Millie (the dog for those unaware). We decided to walk off our dinner in Walmart. I remembered I live in a small town when I recognized a complete stranger in the detergent aisle. She had eaten at the Rib Shack also. I was once again reminded that I’m the prettiest girl in town. That’s certainly how I felt when my husband reached for my hand as we meandered through the store. Once home, it was time to get the children ready for bed. I don’t know if you heard, but I am the most hilarious woman around. That’s what the baby thinks when I make silly sounds as I change her diaper. Her laughter is louder and heartier than a crowd at any comedy club. Her eyes light up, and make me feel adored. I can think of no better ending to my day. I feel special indeed.
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- While I usually get a warm reception upon my arrival home, last night truly took the cake. The second I walked in the door, Chloe screams out, “Momma, can I have some of your candy?” That didn’t surprise me. She usually greets me at the door with a request for food. Who ever is there with her is willing and able to feed the child, but she just loves to ask me to serve her I guess. What did surprise me, though, was hearing Ben say, “Shhh” after her candy request. Before I could ponder it further, Chloe appeared and took me by the hand. She led me to the bookshelf. Sitting there was the largest bag of Jelly Belly jelly beans I have ever seen. It was the variety pack, and I do love some jelly bellies. There was also a pack of new pens to write with at work and elsewhere. They had a nice, soft grip and the gel ink that writes so smoothly. The best was the card, though. It was a card just because, which is my favorite kind! Inside, Ben thanked me for all the things I do for the family, and let me know he noticed. Even Chloe had signed it. The icing on the cake was when Bailey saw me. Her huge eyes lit up and she began to scream, giggle, and wave her arms about in excitement. They really made me feel special, appreciated, and loved.
- Don’t you just love it when you brag on your kid, so they reciprocate your pride by doing the exact opposite? Yesterday I posted about Bailey sleeping 11 hours straight. She’s been doing this for almost a month, but not last night. I’m not sure why, but the baby only does this when I have to work the next day. I’ve heard other stay at home moms say the same thing. Our kids must have a club or something where they gather over milk and fruit and plan our demise. I laid Bailey down at 10, she woke up immediately. I laid down with her till 11, then laid her down. She woke up 30 minutes later. My sweet Ben did a shift, then I took over at 2. Laid her down at 2:30 am, and she woke awake. We napped together 3-5 am, but when I got in the shower, she woke again. She only cried if left alone. If in someone’s arms, she was fine. We tried letting her cry it out, but no dice. Teething? I’m not sure. When I left for work, she was crying. Poor Ben.
- As I sat rocking Bailey before work I could feel the exhaustion pressing on me. I realized very quickly that it was going to be a long and tiring day. As I was in the shower, I asked God to give me strength to make it through the day. A song came to my mind, and I heard the lyrics, “how can I get to the end of me, and somehow still have all I need?” It certainly was a word of truth. You definitely find Him “when you fall apart.” I was talking to a co-worker today who is a new Mom. She was asking how to get her son to sleep through the night. I told her how Chloe had woke every two hours until she was 9 months old, and then she still woke every four. I told her how I worked 5 days a week back then. “How did you manage?” she asked. I can only infer that it was God. He somehow got me through it. There’s so many things you think you can’t do, until you do. I never thought I would be able to handle loosing a parent, but I did. God gives us the strength to persevere, whether the big stuff, or something small like making it through a 12 hour shift on barely any sleep. I think He likes when we admit we’ve come to the end of our rope, and petition Him to take up the slack.
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- I could talk to y’all about what a tough day I’ve had. I could tell you how dog tired I am. I could let you know that it’s been a crazy day full of coding folks, intubating them, and saving lives, but the above snippet is probably as in depth as I’ll go about all of that. I had already decided today that I was going to blog about Miss Bailey Boo. That’s what I affectionately call her. Her given name is Bailey Noelle, since she was born in December. One day, early on, I called her Miss Bailey Boo and it just stuck. She just loves it when I address her with that title in a chipper voice. I’m certain it’s my tone, inflection, and stupid grin that gets her laughing, but I’ll pretend it’s the ridiculously adorable nickname.
- Miss Bailey Boo is 6 months old today! I believe it too. She’s so big, or as my mother-in-law calls it, grownee. She has been practicing sitting up on her own. She’s not good enough to be left unassisted, but she can hold herself upright for a little while. She constantly wants to sit up. If I put her in her inclined bassinet, called a rock-n-play, she immediately sits completely upright and starts trying to dive out. I cannot leave her in it unattended anymore. Her feet hang off the end of her swing, and are close to that in her carseat. She averages about 11 hours of uninterrupted sleep a night. She has started doing this in her crib, and I’m still in shock. A baby sleeping in her crib, and all night long without waking up to eat is a big deal for us. Chloe woke every two hours to eat until 9 months, and then still nursed twice a night until 18 months! That kid is still in our bed. My little independent Bailey won’t have it, though. She doesn’t seem to sleep well in our bed, so this protective Mommy managed to put her in her own room. She is watching and listening all the time! She knows her name. She recognizes voices. I often think she’s going to strain her little neck when she tries to turn around and see Ben and I conversing. She grabs at everything. I’m going to have to really get diligent with watching Chloe and the small toys. Of course, Bailey puts everything in her mouth. She thinks she can talk, and has a very serious look on her face when she is gooing and gaaing.
- She forever has her thumb in her mouth. She loves it. I don’t think about worries over a 10 year old thumb sucker, cause right now it’s just too cute. When she eats, she takes breaks to suck her thumb. She’s not full. She just stops after a drink or bite and sucks her thumb for about 30 seconds. It’s like she’s enjoying the taste and takes pleasure in it. It occurred to me last night, when she did it between bites of rice cereal, that she was savoring her meal. I thought that was pretty sweet, and quite like her Momma. It has occurred to me before that I think Bailey will be my tender hearted little one. I now think she will also have a zeal for life that is beyond the norm. I’m certainly savoring her little life. She is growing so quickly, I take each moment in. If I thought sucking my thumb would help, I’d do that!
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