"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." ~e e cummings

Thursday, June 13, 2013

this is how we do it....again

The beauty of having more than one child is being able to relive some of the best milestones again and again. First smile? We've seen three: Evan's was on my first Mother's Day. Max's was almost exactly on my birthday. And Molly's was...um...it's written down in her (almost, but not quite, finished) baby book. (Third Kid Problems.) First word? I'll never forget them: backhoe, fish, and brother. Those first exciting steps...the pride that accompanies his first successful playground summit...the first time your child tells you a made-up joke that is actually funny...Once you've moved on to the next "thing," you almost forget how adorable a certain stage was...like baby-pointing or when babies practice "jumping" but never leave the floor... Having more than one child lets you experience these joys over and over again, and also helps to remind you of your older kids, who were babies just...was it yesterday? But at the same time, so many stages and milestones ago....

But, for there to be light, there must be darkness. With every milestone I am LOVING being able to relive through Molly...there are those that I'm so ready to be past, once and for all. Right now, it's the 5 am wake-up. This girl hasn't slept through the five o'clock hour in weeks, just like her brothers at this age. I'm trying to stay positive...at least she's sleeping until five, which is more than we could have said for Evan at this point...I just wish that when she woke up, she would snuggle in next to me and fall back to sleep. Sigh.

So, we're early to rise in this house. And then it's time to for breakfast. And when it's time to eat, it's time to relive another one of my favorite/not-favorite milestones. This one, while more adorable than 5 am wakings, is practically as exhausting. 


Holy mess-making.  We've been here before. In fact, after finding this...it would seem as though we've been exactly here before.


Folks, THIS is how we eat yogurt these days.





Sometimes it's fun to try to balance a blackberry on your sippy cup, too.




It's a good thing she's so cute, isn't it?


All done.
Time to paint!


Lesson Learned:
Someday, I'll make a meal, sit down with my family to eat it...and remain seated for the whole time, without needing to refill a milk cup, grab the ketchup, or reach the dropped fork from under, inexplicably, the couch across the room. When we've finished eating, the kids will help clean the dishes and I won't have to wipe yogurt out of anyone's ears.

And on that day, I'll miss this one.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

this girl

This girl...
my Molly Margaret.

This fifteen month old beauty, who is LOVED by her big brothers...


This girl...
who is getting so big...


so independent...


...so communicative.


She knows what she wants and she knows how to get it.
Like....helping herself to "playthings" found in the pantry...


...or sweetly signing "more" over and over until she's eaten three heaping tablespoons of Justin's Chocolate-Hazelnut spread, and nothing else, for lunch.


She runs through the fountains at the pool without abandon or fear of her face getting wet.
She runs down our steep, asphalt driveway at full speed, her feet thisclose to stumbling out of her control, trying to keep up with the boys.
She hugs tightly with both arms.
She gives lip-smacking kisses now, in addition to the open-mouth baby kisses, and blows kisses goodbye by clicking her tongue.
She can point to her belly, her toes, her tongue, her ear, and my nose. When she tries to point to her own nose, or when I say, "Molly, where are your eyes?" she squints her eyes and squishes up her nose and cheeks in just about the cutest little face I've ever seen. 
She will walk, like such a good little shopping buddy, beside me through a store on a quick trip, but on longer trips, happily snuggles into the Ergo and catches a now-rare morning snooze when she can.
She is the best little Mommy this house has ever seen.
She still nurses at nap and bedtime, but now she walks over to her bookshelf and picks out books to read after nursing and before I put her, awake, in her crib. 

This girl...
who is starting to let her Dragon out...
who is finding her voice and letting it be heard when a wanted, out-of-reach toy or buddy isn't immediately handed to her...or when a brother doesn't immediately relinquish a toy-in-hand...
who is doing the Stiff Leg Baby Move of Protest when picked up and whisked away from an activity before she's All Done...
who hardly eats ANYTHING and is giving her Picky Eater title-holder big brother a run for his money...
who walks around the house signing Help all day long because she just assumes that someone is probably following behind her at her beck and call...and someone always is...

because no one can get enough of this girl.

This girl...

Makes. Me. Laugh.


Lesson Learned:
I want to bottle her up right now. I love this age. I love this girl.