I hope you don't mind a trillion and a half bath pictures...
The past few nights baths have saved me, I wish I was
joking. I have been wanting to eliminate her night time cat nap but she has
taken it into her own hands to let me know that she no longer needs it. But she
does need a bath to calm her down. Last night she screamed, she found her
scream last week, for literally two hours. Nothing I did would calm her down,
not even going outside! I was almost in tears by the time I put her in the
bath. After her bath she was perfectly calm except for the rolling while trying
to put her diaper on. Any suggestions on how to keep them on their back for two
seconds would be much appreciated.
Tonight when I got home from visiting teaching Cody told me
he had to go home teaching. Hooray, another night not eating dinner together. I
had laid everything out before I left and decided that we had 45 minutes before
he had to leave and if we hurried fast enough he would have time to eat. Just
as we set the food on the counter and plates ready to go we looked at the
clock. Those darn things! It was time to leave, poor guy. He had to leave a hot
meal, all laid out on the counter beckoning his name, to go fulfill his duties.
What a great guy!
I love, love, LOVE reading birth stories. Is that way to weird
to admit out loud? Well too bad, because I do. They remind me so much of
meeting miss Ellenor. I think I like them because people can actually put into
words how they feel when they first meet their little ones and not sound like
an absolute moron. Well today I was reading a birth story from a girl I once
met that was in my ward. OK so we talked a few times but I doubt if she
remembers me. Back on track… she mentioned that she could not love anyone more
than she loves her new baby. But I have to disagree because every day I learn
to love my little girl more and more. She always has something new up her
sleeve ready to throw me off guard. I remember holding Ellenor every waking
moment (of her being awake) and not wanting to put her down thinking that I
could never love her any more than I did at that moment.
This girls has taught me a lot about patience, that no
matter what you don’t have the choice to just give up but that it is ok to step
out of the room and take a breather, that snuggling for hours on end has never
killed anyone, the cure for almost any kind of sadness is a treat, good movie,
and snuggles (Oh, wait! I already knew that one!), that no matter what a mother’s
love is the strongest, and that no matter what I do or say she can’t complain
yet and still loves me. I may have to retract that last statement in a few
years though. And that no matter how much a mother tries to be the favorite;
there is nothing, absolutely nothing like the bond between a daughter and her
daddy.













