How is it that I have tons of things that have happened to me in my life and I come here blank with nothing to write about? I read maybe 100 different blogs and they are all so creative and always have so much to talk about and I am kept interested. But here I feel like all I do is write about the mundane in my life or just my day to day routine. Why is it I think of myself as such a boring person? I guess I just feel like hey all I do all day is sit at home and raise a 2 year old so what really do I have to talk about?
Yes, she is the cutest thing in the world but I am just not a very animated writer. I don't know what to tell you about her. Um..she has only eaten ghan-e-go's (spaghetti o's) or anya (lasagna) and chokat puuuuuuuding for the last three months now. Thats it. I am not exaggerating on that one. I got so tired of being so stressed out about her not eating so I just figured hey this has got to be better than her eating nothing. So if thats all she wants to eat then I will give in to that because I was surely sick of cooking her meals that she wouldn't even take one single mousey bite of. But after eating that crap for three months straight I think I would just about vomit at the thought of it. Then again she is a strange child. Now if I can just figure out how to get her to take a vitamin and yes we have tried all the yummy gummy ones and gumballs and she isn't having any of it.
I could tell you how she has finally started speaking in sentences with more than 2 or 3 words. I was beginning to worry a bit about that because it seemed like everyone else's kids were already reciting the Gettysburg address and stuff. Mostly she just repeats things right back to us that we say to her kinda like she is mocking us but we could care less because its so cute. But she is also disciplining her toys like we do to her and its so funny to watch! The other day we were in the kitchen and she decided to start a conversation with her beach ball she was playing with.
G- "beach ball...you stop that!
G- "Beach ball! Stop crying!!! Stop crying right now! (She starts hitting the ball...ok that one is not imitating us in anyway!)
BB- (swings from side to side between her pinched fingers)
G- Look beach ball...stop crying! Hey! Hey! You want to sit in the chair? Stop crying or you are going to the chair beach ball.
BB- Still silent of course.
G- Ok. Stop. Chair. Now! You are being a bad boy.
BB- has been brought to the chair and is sitting in chair silent.
G- OK. ( G picks up beach ball and gives it a huge hug) I love you. Good ball.(Then for some odd reason she gets mad again and throws BB across the room)
Strange child I tell ya but if that wasn't the cutest thing I have witnessed in a while I don't know. She has so much emotion when she starts doing these things and she doesn't even realize she has an audience. I try not to laugh or anything because then she will forget what she was doing and come to me.
Everyday she just simply amazes me with how much she has changed from the night before. I can not even begin to tell you how much bigger my heart grows everyday for her. It doesn't stop. I thought I couldn't love her more the day she was born but my heart has continued to grow in size over the last two years. I am surprised it still fits inside of my body at this point. My cup runneth over I suppose.