I feel like death right now. Ariya has given me some sort of bug, which I’m sure she got from preschool. It’s not pleasant. I’m barely making it. I couldn’t write this blog up in time to join the circle, but if you’re curious, feel free to check out the other ladies in this circle starting here.
Oh Ariya. Time is flying by WAY too fast. I can see the toddler chubbiness melting away. You’re now wearing 3T clothing. You love arts and crafts. You are OBSESSED with arts and crafts. To your daddy’s dismay, b/c the one arts and crafts you won’t let go of is “sprinkles”. Yeah, sprinkling glitter on glue on paper. I’m still on the hunt for a cleaner arts and craft that will hold your interest, but I don’t believe it exists. The pensive look you give when you’re contemplating the serious of Mickey Mouse or Doc McStuffins (especially when we bribe you to pee in the potty before watching said tv show). You’ve dropped your nap when Asha came along, and you are TIRED by the end of the day. But sometimes, if we need a break, I’ll strap you both in the car, go for a starbucks run, and you’ll be content just to listen to the frozen soundtrack.
Asha Asha Asha. you are something else. At 2 months old, we’ve definitely gotten into a rhythm. nurse, chill, sleep, repeat. The sleeping is tough. The only way you’ll settle down is if you’re swaddled or worn. But you hate it. You fight me, you fight your daddy, you fight sleep. And then you’re down for the count. And you sleep….not for long, but you do sleep. And I realize that I wouldn’t trade this for the world. You are loved, and I would do anything for you.