Addie’s newest phrase to say is “Allllll betta!”
I got her out of her crib this morning and received an “Alllll betta!”
Gave her her breakfast. “Alllll betta!”
Got her sidewalk chalk so we could color pictures. “Alllll betta!”
There is a glimmer in her blue eyes and a little proud smile to accompany her phrase.
I have told her “All better” a thousand or a million times to let her know I took care of the problem, changed the diaper, kissed the boo-boo, helped make her wish come true. And now she shares “All better” with me — I am so, so lucky.
She says “Dank oo” for every good deed done to her and done by her and even started this thing where she does a fake sneeze and says her version of “excuse me” while covering up her mouth. She waits… and you better deliver a “Bless you” or she will for you. Then she says her “Dank oo” and the cycle continues.
I think my post with the letter from the kids the other day confused and worried some of you. I intended it to come across with a message of I am doing pretty well and I see that. Sometimes it just helps me to write things that have been bothering me or things I know my other Mommy friends will “get” and I don’t always stop to make sure my writing is doing my goal justice.
So, as Addie would say, that post made everything, “Alllllll betta…”
We are enjoying Spring temperatures and sunny skies. We have family get-togethers to look forward to next week and a super-special wedding to celebrate; we have dirt to get under our fingernails and sunshine to land on our faces; there is a certain polite little girl’s second birthday party to plan and a thousand memories to make in between. Our world is very, very good.
From a year ago (can you believe a year ago we started words like distrust and separation and ultimatums and even worse ones?!), it’s:
Addie loves to transfer things from one container to another. She has a little bowl of goldfish that have, in just the last ten minutes, gone into a toy coffee pot from her play kitchen to a toy plate, back into the little bowl, and now in a little yellow pail. Zack is at school, where he was greeted by high-fives and “HI Zacky” exclamations and teachers that love him and help us. We’ll pick him up soon and, like I do three times every week, I will watch those two faces in the backseat of my car and that white Jeep will be filled with happiness, joy, contentment, blessings. I do not take for granted what I’ve gained and learned; I do not wish it to fly by and leave me with independent kiddos too cool and busy for their mom and fake sneezes.
I love our crazy, busy, confusing, hectic, messy, non-stop, interesting journey.
It makes me feel “Allllll betta….”
Have a great weekend!