Parenting is like the stock market. You invest a lot with very little return sometimes. When you do hit, however, you hit big with greater returns that you'd hoped for.--Mamma

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The Mommy Diaries, October 17, 2007

Where do I begin? As if there were not enough changes in our lives, DH has accepted a job in our home state and we are in the process of moving. I have moved many times in the past and found it to be a busy, but manageable time with the right sense of organization. Well now, I'm here to tell you that is all out the window. Leena loves to help Mommy repack boxes by tearing the packing tape off of them. Or, she likes to rearrange Mommy's dresser drawers by opening them and pulling the clothes out one by one. And, when Mommy thinks she can do something while Leena is playing by herself, she hears the familiar splash-splash of Leena playing in the dogs water dish. It's like working on a chain gang and Leena is my closest link. When I try and make a break for it, she's got other things on her mind. As for keeping a house clean while she is awake....as they say in NJ, "fa-get-a-bouuuuut-it!" She keeps me hopping, hopping, hopping.

In other news, the colds DH and I brought back from China have festered into a bigger nuisance and today I must contact the doctor for some meds. (Yes, I have a new baby, to move and have a cold. I think I burned by bra for nothing because I am clearly finding out I'm no Caroline Ingles, here. I admit defeat freely and willingly!!!) Hopefully, we can nip this thing in the bud before we completely wipe ourselves out or worse, pass it on to munchkin.

Munchkin, Pumpkin, Scooter Butt....Daddy has a new name for her every day (talk about an identity crisis), continues to do fantastically. She is getting closer and closer to independent walking every day. She explores more and more of our home each day and I find it so miraculous to watch her. Yesterday she spent a good ten minutes finding the joy in standing on Daddy's lunchbox. Up and down she'd go and just smile, smile, smile. We've gone to bathing her in the kitchen sink and three nights in a row she has had Bill Clinton in a women's reformatory fun each night. She just giggles and splashes and has a grand old time. (I don't know what Gramma is going to think when she sees all the splashing on her cabinets....) Sleeping is getting better, too. She naps when she naps, I don't push the matter because too many folks have told me that some kids don't nap. Lately Leena has begun to nap wherever she falls asleep at the time. For example, yesterday afternoon, she was playing in the pen drawer of my office and next thing I know, she's out on the floor. She is so much like my nephew David in this sense. He, too would not sleep until he was ready to collapse. Then he would be out in five minutes.

Well, I'm going to sign off here so I can get down stairs and have a nice cup of tea in the quite of the morning before the Terrible Trio of Noise and Destruction awaken. In these quiet few minutes of the day, I have peace, I have quiet, I have a brain, I have sanity.....Lord, I have it all!

P.S. The latest slide show is of Leena and the dogs since almost everyone wants to know how they are getting along. The short answer is terrifically. She giggled the first time she saw them and they've had no issues at all. Kaden is very jealous and has taken to stealing some things and hiding them in the yard, but otherwise, no problems at all. Our second biggest question is whether or not Leena speaks English. The sarcastic bee-I-tch in me has a bunch of zingers for this one, but I'm trying to be polite. One day, however, I'm going to let loose with a good one.

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