My girls. Oh How I Love Them.
They have some quirks that make me laugh till I cry. Saralyn waits to have a clean diaper on to poop. Like by minutes. Eleanor tests me every minute, and can NEVER remember what I tell her not to do 47 times each day. But they do make me laugh.
Saralyn is trying to walk, and it’s way goofy. She waggles on her chunky legs, just dangling from my fingers, but she has a great grin for every step. Eleanor is trying to be a helper, but when I send her into the kitchen for a towel so I can clean up the baby’s spilled milk in the den, she comes running in with an entire roll of paper towels streaming out behind her. Her face is so filled with the pride of doing, it’s hard to say, “what are you? Stoopid!?!?! Stop, STOP!!!” Mostly, I just couldn’t stop laughing.
My kids equally frustrate and charm me. But where am I going with this. I don’t know. But this is quite a different experience than perhaps I thought it would be. I say perhaps, because I have forgotten what life was like before my girls. No, I’m wrong. They charm me more than they frustrate me. I live for the moment they wake up in the morning. So, I wait for the crack of dawn tomorrow.