Big Socks and Little Feet
Why this title to the post you ask? Well as I started to fire up my blog so as to post, I glanced over and saw my daughter struggling to pull something on her feet. I couldn't quite make it out until she lifted her feet up. I discovered she had somehow found a pair of my socks and put them on. Then she started to run around the house with them on until one proceeded to fall off. Now she is sitting contentedly on the floor playing with only heavens knows what miscellaneous bits of paper that she discovered in a bag I was getting ready to throw out from clearing off our sideboard table. Yes, I'm old fashioned and have a sideboard. Sam running in my big socks made me think of how often we try to be "big kids" and grow up to fast. Then we wind up failing, and yet we set our kids up for the same line of life. Now I'm not saying we should hold our kids back from trying to grow up. Not in the least. But I'm saying we should let them grow up and their pace, let them be kids while they are kids. Pushing ourselves to be the best we can be is a great goal, and one that is good for our kids too, but there must be a balance between pushing them to hard and not pushing enough. It's a tough balance to be sure. For me right now, Sam is going through the terrible twos, or as my dad likes to say the terrific twos. I'm pretty sure he missed those somehow when my brother and I were little if he thinks they were terrific. There are days it takes all I have just to survive the day without screaming bloody murder. For some strange reason the neighbors seem to think going outside and letting out one long scream is a bad idea so I refrain, but that doesn't make it easy. Sam is learning that she cannot have my attention 24 hours of the day 7 days of the week. She's not liking the lesson in the least. Such big crocodile tears. And the whining...ugh, the whining can some days be incessant and so annoying. Heck, some days she literally whines in her sleep I swear. Add that to the fact that I'm one week away from inducing, I'm not drinking coffee, I'm stuck with my feet up a lot to make sure to not induce early labor, and of course, not sleeping or eating a whole lot. It makes for good time to be sure. She's grumpy, I'm cranky, and Clayton is restless. Never a good combination.
Yet even with all of this craziness we still find time to be very content and happy. Last night for example, we went as a family to check out all the awesome Christmas stuff that is coming out at Costco. We were thrilled to find a gorgeous dress for little Sam to wear next year as they didn't have her size for this year. And pumpkin cheesecake! We found pumpkin cheesecake! It's one of Gamer's favorite things in the whole world to eat for dessert. And while that's pretty much all we walked out with, seeing all the cool stuff for Christmas and getting to share what looks fun was an absolute blast.
While to many people think a run to Costco may be a chore, for Gamer and I we enjoy doing errands like that together as a family. Picking out what we would like to take home, and sometimes picking out little treats together is a blast for us. It gives us time together while completing something that would otherwise be a chore. Instead it becomes a fun thing. It also makes it much easier to have Sam when there are two of us to deal with it that just one.
She is getting to the age where pulling things off the shelf is fun in her mind. But she's learning that's not ok. She really is amazingly good in public. It's just at home she's my little hellion. Then again, she comes by it honestly as I was the same way when I was little. She'll grow out of it and then it won't be her being hellion I'll have to worry about. It's been my experience that hellions grow up to be speed demons. At least I did. I'm sure it will be payback for the years I stripped off my mom when I was a teenager and off playing on whatever toys I could drive at the time. I'm pretty sure that a friend of mine and I nearly killed ourselves more than once with our mothers watching. They weren't terribly happy with us. But hey, we survived and lived to tell the tales, so I'm sure Sam will be fine...I hope. Already she is showing the first signs of growing into a little daredevil. She is fearless for the most part. Very little scares her and most of what she is trying to do gives me a heart attack. Just the other day I caught her attempting to rock on her rocking horse while standing on it's back. As we have wood floors and it was only a few weeks ago she took a header off the couch, I about died. Scared the daylights out of me let me tell you. While that may not seem like much please understand this rocking horse is a little over 2 feet tall and made entirely out of wood with no padding at all. The floors are all unfinished hardwood. My daughter stands at a little under 3 feet tall, so her head would have been nearly 5 feet off the ground were she to fall. Thank you, no. Not in this lifetime at any rate. If it was carpet floors or even really soft fluffy rugs under her, I wouldn't have done much more than blink and hope she was fine. Hardwood on the other hand is a wee bit more damaging.
Wow, apparently I needed to ramble. I have still been pretty much antisocial since my last post, so perhaps I just needed to vent about something good for once. I feel much better, don't you? I hope you found today's post amusing at least and I don't know when I will be able to post again, but I will do my darndest to make sure to try to post. I don't know what the next couple of weeks will bring but hopefully some light and sunshine as well as some rain. And of course coffee...after Clayton has arrived. In the mean time, when you think of this blog drink an extra cup of coffee for me and may your world be merry and bright.
Yet even with all of this craziness we still find time to be very content and happy. Last night for example, we went as a family to check out all the awesome Christmas stuff that is coming out at Costco. We were thrilled to find a gorgeous dress for little Sam to wear next year as they didn't have her size for this year. And pumpkin cheesecake! We found pumpkin cheesecake! It's one of Gamer's favorite things in the whole world to eat for dessert. And while that's pretty much all we walked out with, seeing all the cool stuff for Christmas and getting to share what looks fun was an absolute blast.
While to many people think a run to Costco may be a chore, for Gamer and I we enjoy doing errands like that together as a family. Picking out what we would like to take home, and sometimes picking out little treats together is a blast for us. It gives us time together while completing something that would otherwise be a chore. Instead it becomes a fun thing. It also makes it much easier to have Sam when there are two of us to deal with it that just one.
She is getting to the age where pulling things off the shelf is fun in her mind. But she's learning that's not ok. She really is amazingly good in public. It's just at home she's my little hellion. Then again, she comes by it honestly as I was the same way when I was little. She'll grow out of it and then it won't be her being hellion I'll have to worry about. It's been my experience that hellions grow up to be speed demons. At least I did. I'm sure it will be payback for the years I stripped off my mom when I was a teenager and off playing on whatever toys I could drive at the time. I'm pretty sure that a friend of mine and I nearly killed ourselves more than once with our mothers watching. They weren't terribly happy with us. But hey, we survived and lived to tell the tales, so I'm sure Sam will be fine...I hope. Already she is showing the first signs of growing into a little daredevil. She is fearless for the most part. Very little scares her and most of what she is trying to do gives me a heart attack. Just the other day I caught her attempting to rock on her rocking horse while standing on it's back. As we have wood floors and it was only a few weeks ago she took a header off the couch, I about died. Scared the daylights out of me let me tell you. While that may not seem like much please understand this rocking horse is a little over 2 feet tall and made entirely out of wood with no padding at all. The floors are all unfinished hardwood. My daughter stands at a little under 3 feet tall, so her head would have been nearly 5 feet off the ground were she to fall. Thank you, no. Not in this lifetime at any rate. If it was carpet floors or even really soft fluffy rugs under her, I wouldn't have done much more than blink and hope she was fine. Hardwood on the other hand is a wee bit more damaging.
Wow, apparently I needed to ramble. I have still been pretty much antisocial since my last post, so perhaps I just needed to vent about something good for once. I feel much better, don't you? I hope you found today's post amusing at least and I don't know when I will be able to post again, but I will do my darndest to make sure to try to post. I don't know what the next couple of weeks will bring but hopefully some light and sunshine as well as some rain. And of course coffee...after Clayton has arrived. In the mean time, when you think of this blog drink an extra cup of coffee for me and may your world be merry and bright.
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