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My Sanity

Yesterday after I picked up Bug from school, she was in the best mood.  Usually she is so tired from all the playing at school that by the time I get her, she's exhausted and fussy.  Because she was in such a great mood, she and I had A LOT of fun play time until Daddy got home from work.  She is on the move and cannot sit still.  We live in an apartment, so you can guess how bored she gets after one go around the place.  Since she has discovered the closet, we spend a good amount of time in there, taking clothes out of the drawers and putting them back in.  Walk-in closets are awesome.  Not only can Bug play around, but Mommy can hang clean clothes and organize the drawers...that Bug just messes up again? 

 Yeah, that hair is real.  What a mess!
 New habits die hard?
 Bug discovered the door stopper.  Guess which awesome parent we can credit for that?  (Hint:  Not me.)  I'm pretty sure we'll be replacing all of the door stoppers sometime very soon.
::Thinking::  Looks just like Daddy.
Just because she was in "the best" mood doesn't mean her attitude didn't show.  I think that's just innate and you can't get rid of it. :)  She's going to be a strong, independent woman, this Bug.  That makes me happy. :)
Wait for the "toot" as she walks out the closet door!
So busy.
 I don't know how long I'll keep saying this, but mobility is exhausting (for the parents!).  It feels like no matter how tired I get trying to play "keep away" with Bug, she never tires herself out.  For Bug's baptism back in January, NaNa got me this mommy prayer book from Hallmark (of course!).  It's not the type of prayer book you're probably thinking of.  It's the prayers about the real stuff that trouble moms- time for showers, baby food, no sleep, and....walking.  Although I've read the book twice already, sometimes it helps to refer back to it when I feel like I just cannot keep up with my Bug.
Prayer for My Baby Walking Early

Dear God, 

Not to be picky, but the baby books say my child should still be [two] months away on average from taking her first steps- so why is she hell-bent and determined to walk now?  I wouldn't mind, except she hasn't got a lick of sense or a modicum of control.  Staggering around on her stick-skinny little legs [Maybe this doesn't apply to Bug], she looks more like a chicken walking upright than a toddler.  She's covered with bumps, bruises, and scrapes, and we've already logged in a black eye and a split lip.  My back is killing me from walking bent over behind her, trying to provide some support, which only infuriates her.  She wants to walk now, [curse word], and she wants to walk alone.  Last week she took a nasty header down the hill....Lord, please don't let this be a harbinger of things to come.  I don't want my daughter to be one of those kids- or adults-who is always leaping first and looking later.  Of course, I want my little girl to excel in this world but not at the expense of her physical safety, or my sanity.  Please give her peace to take life as it comes and not rush...through every stage of development.  God, you've given my angel courage, that we can see. Now, could you please mix that with just a dollop of caution?  Thank you.

I love this little girl, mobility and all. 
God Bless,
Kat

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