Friday, July 06, 2012
Or perhaps I just need to see my child. (it's been a long week)...But there are times when I think I would actually live through those dark days again to have my child be completely and utterly mine
That voice. That temperament. My heart aches.
2 more days.
Thursday, July 05, 2012
My markers don't pay attention....they always go on the wall, cause they are not paying attention. But I pay attention..my markers don't
Her procrastinating techniques during bedtime:
Momma......I think that you need to help my fish go to sleep -- he's not sleeping...he keeps running around.
Momma...my pee's coming out
Momma...I'm scared of the dark in my bedroom (mind you, her bedroom door is wide open, with the hall light shining directly into it)
Momma...my poop's coming out
Izzy: Momma, I want to go to the park
Momma: No, it's bath time then bed time
Izzy: but it's not dark out yet
Momma: It will be soon...Look, I can see the moon.
(Both looks out of the window to see the cresent moon)
Izzy: That's not the moon, that's the sun....it broke.