Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Pooped Little Boy!

Jacob is one of those kids who plays hard and sleeps hard. We have really been on the go lately and I guess it finally caught up with him. He was playing this morning will I was blogging about Olivia. He came and told me that he needed to lay down. I told him he could get in the big chair or on the couch if he wanted to. I knew it got pretty quiet. I walked in the den and this is how I found him at 10:00 this morning. Bless his heart!

Oh Baby Girls!

Ok, so nobody really ever told me how difficult baby girls can be. I had this laid back easy going little boy, and then came the storm. Don't get me wrong, I love my precious little Olivia, but where does the drama end. I guess I should know, NEVER, since I am still quite the drama queen myself. Olivia crawled for the first time Saturday. She proceeded to scream with each move. Not fuss, not happy screaming sounds, but ticked off screams of I want my mommy and I can't get there fast enough.

Another new and exciting thing that happened Saturday was that she figured out how to sit up in her bed and peer over the edge. It was kinda strange the first time I went in there and saw two little eyes staring at me through the rails of the crib. This new found game is so fun to her that it took an hour to get her to sleep last night, because she kept getting up to play.

You have to understand that Jacob didn't even crawl until he was 12 months old. No desire! He didn't mess with things, get into things, play in his bed, nothing! And he still doesn't for the most part. I do realize that he is pretty much not the norm. But Olivia, is the EXTREME opposite. Jacob even spends most of the day saying "No Ma'am". He's a little freak out at her mobility.

Has anyone ever raised a strong willed child? Please help me. When in her high chair, she pulls on the curtains. I have told her no, thumped her hand, even popped her hand a time or two. Now I just pull the high chair far enough away so that she can't even reach them, but if I forget it's the first thing that she grabs. Then she proceeds to stare at me with this "I dare you to tell me no" look on her face.

Needless to say, she keeps us hopping around here. She is however good when she is other places. They love her at church, and at Mother's Day Out she plays all day and never even lets out a whimper. My sweet little angel. The moment I arrive and she sees my face the screaming begins and never seems to cease. Again not fussing, screaming. Unless she is permanently glued to my hip for the rest of the day. Sweet baby girl.

For those of you who know me well, you are probably thinking this is great payback for me. I have been a mamma's baby my entire life. Never wanting to leave home or spend the night anywhere unless my mom came with me. She even had to come and get me from her own sister's house in the middle of the night because I wanted to come home. I was like 10 years old and it was a 20 minute drive to her house, one way! But my mom, of course, came. I guess I will have to be Olivia's rock like my mom has always been for me. Hopefully Olivia and I can have the same type of relationship. There were times when it seemed to be very love/hate, but I can honestly say that along side my sister, my mom is my best friend. I only pray that God will give that to me and my daughter.

I love you Olivia, and I know that just like everything else in this world, this too will pass. You are my sweet little baby girl!