My Little Sweetie

I love my daughter. She totally cracks me up how one minute she can be a total terror, slashing at my face with her talons and screaming at the top of her lungs. And then the next minute she's peaceful and calm - even tender. Well, let's be honest, there is more than a minute's time between those moments, but I think you get my drift.

Today was one of those days. Lately Skye has been doing this ridiculous anxiety thing with me. Like I literally cannot leave the room when Michael is around without sending Skye into a tearful frenzy. When he's not home, she couldn't give two craps about me. It's almost like she's going out of her way to make him jealous or something. She's a stinker!

Tonight I had to cover my precious tulips from the hard freeze that we're expecting tonight. I was outside for 8 minutes, and she watched me from the window most of those 8 minutes. When I came back inside, you would have thought that I just walked in from a 3-year stint on a deserted island or something. Actually, I think her tears were partially due to the fact that Michael had the audacity to move her chair! What was he thinking?

So then we sat down for dinner. Skye's dish was still a little hot, so I put it in the freezer to cool down. I offered Skye some crackers to eat while her food cooled down. I thought it was a perfectly reasonable offer... I was wrong. She pushed the crackers back and forth on her little tray until the bits and crumbs went flying throughout the room. Then she screamed and cried. I tried to calmly explain what was going on and offer her some more crackers... same response. What. ever. So I gave the girl her chili, and we were good.

We chilled out for a little bit, and then it was time for bed. I love putting Skye to bed. Lately it has been less peaceful than usual. She interrupts me while I'm singing, and instead of just cuddling, she'll wrestle around until she is sitting up on my lap. Then she will point out objects in the room and mumble something behind her pacifier. It's adorable. Tonight, though, she was SO sweet. I asked for kisses, and instead of opening her mouth and drooling on me like she normally does, she puckered her lips and kissed me. Then she gently, ever-so-tenderly pushed my hair back from my forehead and kissed me again. I'm serious, that baby is an angel! It was so sweet. Then she scrunched her little nose and started chewing on her paci again.

I cannot get over how quickly she is growing up! She is saying phrases now. Like "Daddy go work!" And "I want to do it!" She loves to dress up in her swim suit and hat. She likes to read to me. She loves to count, and she hates it when I brush her hair. Oh, and she begs to go outside. She also loves to cuddle up with me at bedtime and stare at a photo of me. She found one of my senior pictures from 9 years ago. She loves to carry it around the house and show it to us.

Anyway. I didn't really think this blog out very well, but I haven't posted in a while, and I wanted to put something out there. Maybe my next post will be though-out a little better. Probably not, but we can hope for it, right!?