Tuesday, December 7, 2010

The Story

As it turns out, the story really isn't much of a story.
Laci, who happens to be very independent, wanted to walk on the rocks around the tree without any assistance from me.  She was doing fine until she got to the corner and decided she wanted down.  Like any fine parent, instead of helping her, I stood back and took pictures of her thought process.
See, not much of a story.  I know...whole lotta buildup, whole lotta letdown.
But if I were to pretend I knew what Laci was thinking,
I think the story would go something like this:

"Hey Elmo, see how far the ground is from here?"
"Yep, it's pretty far.  How are we gonna get down from here?"
 
"Hey mom, could you give us a hand?"

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
(This part actually happened.)
 
"Well, Elmo, looks like we're on our own."

I'm sure that was more excitement than you can handle on a Tuesday evening.  So, to add to the buzz, I can finally say Laci is officially done nursing.  The fact that we are three months later than I had originally planned has more to do with my motherly emotions than her demands.  Overall, I'd say the transition has been much less emotionally painful than I anticipated, but my chest is currently experiencing some different "emotions."  I'm of the mind that there is no such thing as "TMI - too much information," but for the sake of time, I'll leave it at that.

Even more exciting, more for me than for anyone else on this whole earth, is that Laci has finally figured out what "sleeping through the night" means.  She is still a ridiculously early riser, 5:30 on a good day, 4:30 on a terrible day, but for the past two weeks, she has only been up in the middle of the night maybe once or twice.  It has been so nice to not stumble through the dark, across the house, half asleep, like I've been doing for the past 15 months.  To those of you who can relate to my lack of sleep, I'm sure you can imagine the elation I am experiencing right now.  Well, elation that's been watered down with pure exhaustion.  Someday, probably when I'm 80 and have nothing better to do with my time, I'll take naps.  Lots of long naps, and then maybe I'll feel rested.

2 comments:

  1. love the pigtails!!!!!

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  2. ok, since you said no such thing as TMI...
    I will be 47 next week and on occaision, could swear I feel the "let down" when I hear a baby cry to be fed!!!! Talk about weird!
    P.S. We found out today that we are expecting a Grandson!

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