Wednesday - I Feel Like Whining

Okay, so I hate whining. I have a sign in my kitchen that says No Whining (no one ever reads it). But today is just one of those days when I feel like whining. Sorry.

This adorable little girl of mine is absolutely the sweetest thing in the world. Evidently she thinks that I am too and I can't get out of her sight. If I walk away from her for 1 second while she is in the tub (I'm right outside the door - don't panic), she screams. If I sit in the bathroom with her but attempt to put on makeup or dry my hair, then I am not giving her the attention that she is due. She screams. Today she really let out a blood curdling "I'm really mad at you" scream.

While I attempted to vacuum my hard wood floor, which is very dirty and she crawls on constantly, she was determined that I would hold her. I put her in her walker for 5 minutes and you would think that the world was coming to an end.

I made her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch and she proceeds to shove it away and turn her head. The child is part owl because she can see around the other side to see if she has gotten my attention. She hadn't. I ate the sandwich. She hates the sippy cup. She isn't interested at all and you would think that I am attempting to poison her when I make her take a drink. I think she is not only part owl but part camel because she can hold out for a very long time and not take a drink. Could this be the battle of the wills? Do I have the stamina to win? Will a 2 year old little girl be my demise. Stay tuned.

And when Bo gets home you would think that she would want to spend some quality time with her wonderful father. Think again. Only mom can hold her and play with her and feed her and love her. Poor daddy. Poor momma.

Okay, so enough whining. I feel bad about whining when I consider all the of the big things that are going on in the world and in the small world around me. I shouldn't complain, but every now and then I have to complain just a little.

I have to praise my sweet husband who gave me a not so sweet Valentine Card (I did the same) and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. They were on the table when I got home from work Saturday morning. He had put them in a lovely cookie jar because heavens knows I have no idea where a vase is in this house.

Quick funny Emma story. She was playing so sweetly last night. She had her head in a bag. Don't panic, it was a large paper bag from American Eagle. She was just so happy. Wham. It had to happen. She fell over backwards and hit her head on that dirty hardwood floor that I mentioned. As Dr. H told me last week, expect sutures and glue with this little one. I'm just hoping it doesn't happen the week of our home study! The sweet thing is that only Brady can make her stop crying. He does some little finger dance on my shoulder and she just shuts up and looks at him like he is the king of the world.