I made some of my favorite Chocolate Sugar Cookies this week for friends. When it came time to glaze them, I decided to do some color blending with GGirl. Out came the food coloring and the wide eyed excitement of watching one color turn into another. The impressionist rainbow cookies turned out pretty cool too!
GGirl asks questions insessantly. The more tired she is, the more she moves around, talks, sings snd does anything she can to keep from sleeping. So today she's fighting a nasty cold: yucky cough and running a fever. The works.
Now, if I had this bug and was able, I'd be curled up in bed putting in my orders for juice and chicken soup and happy to sleep. Heck,after the last three nights, I'd just be happy to sleep for a few hours!
Not GGirl. When instructed to nap/rest/be still, she did everything but nap/rest/be still within the confines of our little love seat. Squirm. Talk. Sing. Switch to the other end of the sofa and repeat. Refuse pillow & blanket because she might get too comfortable. Repeat squirming. Once released from her Nap Time, the Inquisition started: questions followed by more questions. Followed by the fidgeting and wandering.
BUT I feed her dinner at 5:15 and have her in bed by 6:00 and she will be asleep before her head hits the pillow. I just don't get her.
At 8 months old I already can't turn my back for a second. MMan's lightening fast on all fours and curious about everything! This is where I found him standing today. He was down to inspect something he thought to be edible by the time I grabbed the camera.
GGirl keeps informing me that she's a big kid. Under numerous circumstances since her birthday she has made it known, usually very loudly and indignantly, that she is not a little kid and not a little girl.
The voice in the back of my mind keeps saying "she's only 4, she's still a little kid/girl."
Then there are days like today: Mama and GGirl day out for errands, lunch and haircuts. She carries on a conversation about where we are going and what we are doing and there is a MiniMe talking away in the backseat. I look across the table at lunch and see the big girl she us becoming.
My dad has a line that he's been using for a long time and now I use it with my girl: "You'll always be my baby girl."
