We had waffles for dinner the other night. Not an uncommon dinner for us. And I let the girls have whipped cream instead of syrup, because it's all sugar anyway, right? One little person decided to forget the whole fork thing and just dive in. I love how she's looking out the corner of her eye as if she's doing something bad and might get caught. I see this look a lot on her little face.
She is full of mischief. And full of sass. And so very full of life. She makes me laugh at almost everything she does, especially when she's being bad. It's terrible because I have to control my laughter in order to be "mom."
She's been sick again. Second day of a fever today. And even though she's extra whiny, and crying, and full of gross snot, and arguing about taking medicine, she still makes me smile. At 3:30 this morning, I sat her on the kitchen counter for a dose of Tylenol. Our conversation went something like this:
Mia: Where's Laci?
Me: In bed, asleep.
Mia: Where's daddy?
Me: He's asleep too. In bed.
Mia: Where's Noah?
Me: He's asleep too. It's the middle of the night.
Mia: Where?
Me: In his bed.
She stops and thinks for a minute.
Mia: Why you not sleeping, momma?
Yes, Mia, why am I not sleeping? Well, I could ask you the same question dear child, but I didn't. I told her I was awake to take care of her and she seemed happy with that. After fighting me to take her medicine, and finally giving in, she announced that it was "yummy!" I told her she needed to be quiet so we didn't wake everyone and then I rocked her back to sleep in the ugly brown chair.
Yes, even in the middle of the night, sick and tired, she can still make me smile.
So, so, sweet. Grammy's tiny baby.
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