Craving satisfied ^_^ #pasteldeleche
Eight-month perspective
In life we make choices. Constantly. With Lizzy, I make a conscious effort to choose wisely.
I could be complaining that Lizzy is a very vocal girl. I’m not even kidding. Half the time, I feel like she could cry up a storm or heavens forbid, wake up our neighbors from their deep slumber. In some days, I pray no passer-by should be unfortunate enough to hear her screams lest they might think I’m abusing my child and call Child Services on me. Even when she is happy, she is usually loud and expressive.
Instead of complaining, I try to put things in perspective and choose to be grateful. I thank God that my child is able to cry and communicate her wants and needs my means of crying (I admit, I have to constantly remind myself this especially when the screams have reached an octave higher or two) because there are children around the world who are not able to cry. Her loud cry is a good indication of healthy lungs. I’m happy that her lungs are healthy and functioning well.
When my daughter becomes extra needy, by the way, that’s a daily occurrence in my house, I have to check myself and appreciate the fact that my daughter wants me, for now at least. When she becomes a teenager, this will become a different story altogether. For the moment, I am savoring the tight hugs a.k.a. clingy hug when I put her down because she doesn’t want to let go.
Her crib is a battle field and nap times are when battles or wars (depending on the gravity of the situation) occur. I get exasperated, mind you, when my tiny tyrant becomes defiant about taking naps. I do not let her get away with it of course, but I also make it a point to rejoice in the development of her own little self and personality. And quite frankly, it’s amusing to engage in such an activity with her.
My child is nowhere near perfect nor an angel. Actually, she is exhausting to be around. But exhaustingly fun too. She has the energy of the energizer bunny and she is learning now to carry a tune. When she giggles, her eyes light up and she becomes very charming. Her toothless smiles followed by a happy squeal is a redeeming arsenal she uses quite often. When she laughs, she wrinkles up her nose and pants like an over excited puppy. How can I become grumpy with such a sight before me? Or better yet, how can you complain when she gently touches your cheek with her tiny hands, looks at you with wonder and plants a slobbering kiss on your lips? I cherish these moments because they are ever so fleeting but oh so rewarding. She may exasperate me on a daily basis, and I might get frustrated here and there but I’m still very grateful and I choose to be grateful. I’m grateful because I have a healthy child, for a chance to be a parent, and for knowing what a mother’s love really is.
milestones/progress/favorites:
Pull herself up and stand
Walk with assistance
Crawl
Clap hands
Loves watching birds fly around
Fascinated with anything red or bright colors
