Delayed Posted started February 6, 2014…see disclaimer
The daily routines of being a mom are not typically something I would write home about. Our life is filled with amusement, yet nothing I would assume out of the ordinary from any proud-mom who balances a professional and personal life amidst crazy family schedules, and finding sanity between the wee hours of sleep. This isn’t extraordinary, its just our new normal. Although these little ones have a way of throwing you for a loop and capturing the moments that shape our life story.
Its been a few months since I’ve paid tribute to the life of a vivacious little woman. The development of my now 21-month-old daughter over the past few months has me in giggles and tears on a regular basis. She has the tenacity of a lion, and her sweet tender face pops up whenever I hear Katy Perry’s “Roar” and then turns around and melts your heart with her sweetness. Her consistently furrowed brow might confuse you that she’s concerned or angry (trust me you KNOW when she is angry), most frequently it is evidence that she is thinking or studying (IE: people watching). The gawking gift must be a hereditary trait that skips a generation. Between her temper, stubbornness, and determination I often wonder how a girl of such stature can run the house the way she does. Appears I have either a role model or a nightmare amidst my presence! 🙂
While her facial expression might catch you off guard, her vocabulary and statements will put you in stitches. The beauty of the second child is that the first feels a responsibility for teaching them lots of things (both good and bad). Through Little Man’s learning he has passed on the ABC song to his sister, as she sings a long with considerable accuracy to the ABC’s when sung. Observation is her key source of learning words, skills, or gathering ideas for 10 second activities. She frequently is seen admiring the works and speech of her older brother and attempts her version. Not uncommon for me to hear “mom, mom, mom…(pause) HEIDI” when she’s frustrated by whatever is distracting my attention away from her. She answers questions like an adult often with “I good”, or “I (d)on(‘t) know; ” unresponsive requests result in her running to you to grabbing your hand with a nudging “come;” she giggles and announces when she farts and when instructed to say “excuse me,” she response by saying “burp.” She has even taken to imitating the dog by attempting to pick a variety of toys with her mouth, and I mean all of her toys. She’ll sometimes carry dolls the size of her by her teeth, balls, and even some of Little Man’s stray cars or other various toys end up between the teeth of my little “puppy.”
It’s hard to believe almost a year ago she was sporting some incredible rolls. Her inside name was “Princess Round Face” and the definition of her bones and muscles were very lovable and undefined. Since walking at 9-months there is little of the round face remaining. I chuckled as her horse-riding legs would run sprints in excitement. Her legs are straightening and she is just now growing out of the 18 months clothing that she wore last winter. Her steady growth chart has leveled and the percentile between height and weight have swapped spots. We’ve never had to worry about her eating habits as broccoli remains a top favorite. From splashing in pools to our current swimming lessons she seeks adventure ON HER TERMS, as she doesn’t rest for long. I love coming home and surprising them, finding them entranced in some obscure yet riveting task OR the sneaking surprise that I’m home and an instantaneous party occurs!
Life certainly is not a walk in the park, but it is one hell of a fun ride. The best words I can use to describe her are: Full of Spunk! When I reflect on our nearly 2 years, I think how boring our life must have been before, and what education I’ll gain from being her mom. Who knows where we will be 20 years from now. I don’t think I’ll win any notorious awards, or add any credentials behind my name simply by being her mom. It will however, provide some eclectic experiences and bring a sense of joy that no PhD, Nobel Peace Prize or Gold Medal could bring. It comes with a gentle hug each night and sing-song voice that says “la do” to which I can respond…Love you more!
Dream Big Little One 🙂
mom, aka HEIDI (yes, I’m yelling).
Disclaimer: Blogging happens at home, at night when I feel like it. I am persistent that blogging is not allowed to get in the way of my life. My theory is I sit behind a computer most of the day at work, when I’m home I have 3 hours of active family time before the kids go to bed. The bedtime routine often includes me falling asleep as I lay with my children, convincing them it’s cool to fall asleep at 8 PM. On the nights I’m actually awake after 10 PM, it’s power hour for me. My most productive hours are between 10 PM and 12 AM. My husband on the other hand turns into a pumpkin. I started this post at 10:47 PM. By the time I gathered some intellectual thoughts, found the pictures, a child started crying and blogging for the night ceased. I came back one month later with another blog idea, and realized I never finished the first thought. I had the best intentions of completing both posts. Repeat steps 1 and 2 above and I now have 2 incomplete blog posts. The likelihood of feeling creative and inspired to sit down at a computer is seldom. Hence another month passes, repeat steps 2, 3, and 4 and I realize I need a support group for bloggers anonymous, have deemed creative pinterest moms with 7 kids smoke crack in their free time and secretly hire someone else to make their life look perfect and instill guilt into any mom that doesn’t hire a graphic designer for their children’s birthday invites! Alas- I’m here completing a post that I will appreciate some day, and will have no idea why the 21-month-old post was almost 2 months after her 2nd birthday?! I know how I feel about the mom’s that track the months after their child turns a year anyway. Meh, I’m still enjoying life (na-na-na-na-boo-boo)!