I love her. Love her smile. Love her whacky hair. Love her hand motions. Love her charm and her flair. Love her even when she gets cranky. Love her curiosity. I love her love for animals, nature, and water. Love that little Roo.
Just more photos. These are my story words, so enjoy:
This is my THERAPY! I am able to take photos with Joseph’s camera, and it is calming and therapeutic. So, here, you all can enjoy my therapy at work. Photos of a happy(ish) little girl, vibrant greens and golds, and budding flowers and leaves. Ahhhhh.
Finally, I had a few pictures taken with my girls! I almost never get the chance to have my photo taken with them, so thanks, Joseph! We are enjoying the sunny California weather, the comfortable, beautiful house and kitchen, and the green trees and grass around the property. I like wearing sleeveless tops again, Kristina likes all the crayons and paper to color, the books, and the movies, and Sofia loves the miles of carpet and floor to crawl across. It makes me happy to be relaxing with them, and talk and visit with my family in person.
When the babies sleep, I am awake.
I have a toddler.
I also have a wannabe toddler. That’s a lovely age for babies to be. They’re too little to walk. Big enough to crawl. Big enough to stand. Uncoordinated enough to keep falling over. Big enough to eat solid food. Still babyish enough to want milk. But she stopped nursing weeks ago. Teething. Yet never seeming to get her teeth.
All of the above makes for exhausting days, and sometimes long nights when Fifi just.won’t.go.back.to.sleep. Shoot me, just shoot me now… I don’t want to get up for the 8th time at 3 in the morning.
Most mothers like to sleep when their babies sleep. But, some moms, like me, like to get in a little alone time. Time to read an article or two uninterrupted. Time to watch videos on YouTube. Time to Facebook.
So, after half hours stacked up upon half hours of trying to fall asleep, halfway succeeding, only to be woken back up by unhappy cries of grumpiness from Miss Poot Pants, now that she is finally asleep, my brain was wired to NOT fall asleep.
Coffee made, computer open, headphones in, children sleeping, cat kicked out. It’s time to relax for a while. Thank you, Lord.
And, I thought I would share some of the awesome, informative, thoughtful articles I’ve been reading this morning; here ya go:
Some people give up sweets for Lent. Others give up coffee, pop, or caffeine in its entirety. Huffington Post suggested fried food, cigars, or devices.
I can’t help this nagging feeling that something about this is all a little off. If I give up something I enjoy in order to remind myself of Jesus, and then I start wanting that thing but can’t have it because I’m remembering Jesus, I’m going to get cranky. And if I’m cranky, I’ll start associating semi-bitter or negative feelings with Easter.
That seems a little, well, backwards.
Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m not strong enough to work past the unhappy feelings I think I’d have if I gave up something I really enjoyed. Weak character? Faulty theology? Blatant misunderstanding? All very possible.
But if Lent truly is a season “to rid ourselves of all that prevents us from living a truly Christian life”, I have to wonder how far giving up little luxuries like sugar and meat and cigars is going to go.
This year, I want to try something different. This year, I’m giving up anger for Lent.
Wife After Baby: A Husband’s Guide: Sleep deprivation will play a small part in your Wife’s temporary insanity. In the first few months, you may witness a number of breakdowns, meltdowns and shutdowns and realistically, the Wife you knew may be gone, along with her personality and sense of humour for around twelve months. Sometimes less. Sometimes more. She may (almost definitely will) also be suffering fromDMF.
It’s not you. It’s me.
Or was it the other way around? Yeah, that. It’s totally you.
Sorry. I was confused.
Do you remember when we first met? It was back in August, just after the VMAs. You had just writtenthis piece, angrily dismissing Miley Cyrus and the vacuous pop culture she represents. I found your acerbic wit and brutal honesty refreshing. I was impressed by how efficiently you disposed of worthless culture.
But then I came to realize that you do that to everyone.
She is toddler
Hear her ROAR!
Pots and pans
Bang on floor
To invisible bands
Eyes grow wide
R’s let slide
Eyes are rubbing
Head on pillow
Books clutched tight
Down for the night
Light switch off
Close the door
She is toddler
Hear her snore.
Two year olds are fascinating to listen to. When you can interpret what they are saying. Of course, they get fixated on certain words, and then their conversations are comprised of 4-5 different words. Which they use for everything.
My conversation with Kristina this afternoon occurred while we were lying together in mommy and daddy’s bed, trying to rest for a few minutes while smallest one was napping in her room.
Roo, “Mommy, sleep, sleep!”
Mommy, “Yes, Roo, we are trying to sleep.”
Roo decides to stand up and start bouncing on the bed.
Mommy, “No no, Roo, you need to lay back down.”
Roo flops down with her blankie. “Sleep, sleep, pillow.” This excites her, and she flails her arms while lying face down on the pillow. Mommy tries to avoid getting hit in the head.
Roo giggles. “Sleeping on the bed, Mommy. Nap! Daddy?”
Mommy, “Yes, Roo, we are napping on the bed. Close your eyes and go to sleep. Daddy’s not here right now.
Roo half squints her eyes, then spies the flower patterned curtains hanging behind the headboard.
“Flowers, sleep, sleep!” She is excited and proud of herself for identifying the flowers.
“Yes, flowers, aren’t they pretty?”
“Hi! Pretty, flowers!”
Mommy encourages Roo to lay back down and close her eyes again in a futile attempt to get a couple minutes of rest. Then the kitty jumps on the bed. Roo promptly throws her blankie on the cate and lies on top of her.
“No, Roo! Get off the cat!” Mommy rescues the kitty, and throws the indignant kitty off the bed.
Well, we tried.