The Searle's Stories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.