So somehow I forgot to post about Baby Girl’s birthday! How on earth could I do that? Well, my baby is now 8 years old and things are definitely changing around here. She still likes to cuddle, but she’s getting so tall I basically have to fold her into a pretzel when she sits on my lap. She stands up to her sister now, which throws Diva Girl right off her game. She’s had to back down a couple of times just because she had no comeback for Baby Girl’s ‘burns’. Baby Girl plays soccer now and you can tell that she pays attention to her sister because the girl has some moves! Her confidence has definitely developed. A lot has changed. That includes her attitude. My sweet and quiet little girl has developed a very big attitude…
Oh, my. Someone is definitely following in her older sister’s footsteps!
Pray for me.
Whoever came up with this saying didn’t know Baby girl. The word slow is an understatement to put it mildly. This child has no care to rush for ANYTHING. Picture the mornings…it hurts me to think of it especially since it’s only Monday. The child will tell me 3 stories and show me 2 boo boos, explain why she hasn’t yet brushed her teeth and tattle tale on her sister each morning to use up at least a good 20 minutes of each morning. It’s enough to make me want to pull my hair out. Only when I’m on the verge of a total momma meltdown will she speed up from a slow walk to a quaint skip. The crazy thing is that it truly is a part of her make up. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself so I don’t send her packing (to Nana’s house of course ). But even the way she was born was slow…I wouldn’t dilate! The OB-GYN was baffled since my first delivery was literally 5 hours including labour and the birth (totally not bragging); and even though it was still a relatively short labour (6 1/2 hours), it should have been my first clue that this child had her own internal schedule.
But I’m not the only one that sees it. Her nickname in her kindergarten after school program was ‘slowpoke’ (only her favourite program director called her that). When she was leaving kindergarten and transferring schools in grade one, her kindergarten teacher gave her the book ‘The Tortoise and the Hare”. See what I mean?
But as slow as she can be some days she is also very much like that tortoise in the book…very determined. Whether it’s early potty training, progressing to chapter books, learning to jump rope or drive her mother crazy; that child never waivers…she takes it slow.
Slow as molasses.
Baby Girl: “Mommy! ”
Baby Girl: “Can you come here? ”
Me:”Why?” (Did I mention it was 5am?)
Baby Girl:”I’m cold”
Me:”So pull your blanket up over your legs.”
(She likes to kick it off before she falls asleep…and it is Summer after all)
Baby Girl:”But I don’t wanna get up!”
Me:”Neither do I! ”
Yes…this is my life.
Attention! Baby Girl lost the other front tooth! I repeat…the other tooth is out!
Never mind how cute she looks and the fact that she lisps when she talks (Omg…it’s so cute!)
Let’s focus on the financial strain this child is placing on the…um…Tooth Fairy.
Have you no compassion?
Where’s the nearest ATM?
In case the Tooth Fairy wants to know…of course.
Well…here we go again! Loose teeth everywhere! But now we multiply that by two children who have absolutely no care or concern for the very shallow pockets that the Tooth Fairy may have. I mean of course she may also have a very stylish handbag…she loves a good handbag…but that doesn’t mean she’s rich! How dare they have more than one shaky tooth at a time! The Diva has three! What the heck? Then Baby girl just comes along with two loose teeth and they just happen to be her front teeth at the top. You know that those will bring in a pretty penny. How can she betray me…er…the Tooth Fairy like that? Well, I gotta go…I’m scanning the classifieds for part-time work. Ahem…not for me of course. Just trying to help out the TF…we gotta stick together! 😉
Time really does fly doesn’t it?
I mean with wings and all!
One day it was Baby Girl’s 5th birthday and the next we are in August and I’m going through their closets to determine what is needed for back to school.
Back to the regular routine and rushing the girls every morning to get ready…
Arguing about clothes, breakfast and moving just a little faster.
We’ve had a really good summer, I guess that’s why I’m having a hard time thinking about getting back into the school routine.
Maybe it’ll be me that has to be told to hurry up and eat my breakfast on that first day.
After an extremely busy Saturday…
Baby Girl: “Mommy, for some reason my body still wants to play but my head says I should relax…”
Mommy: “Sweetie, always listen to your head…it’s where your brain is, so it’s much smarter”
Don’t judge me.