Trip to Michigan's Upper Peninsula and Lake Superior, including stops @ Detroit and Chicago on the way up and back. Lovely experience of traveling 1,5079 miles with a 23 month old in a GeoMetro (ie: VERY small car). On the other hand, charming experience sleeping in a tent (for a week--yes, I'm smiling) and playing in the dirt, sand and water with the aforementioned toddler. The joy of her older cousins who are pleased to be nearly constant unpaid babysitters. (Makes me wonder if we might want to consider adopting a child OLDER than Yosi ASAP.)
The two year birthday party, that was supposed to be a pool party, but it was so cold that nearly all the kids wore sweaters and just ran around happily in the grass or played with toys in the house. Still, it was happy. Yosi had 2 mylar balloons, 1 chocolate-chocolate cupcake and lots of unexpected gifts and many-many friends to play with. (Perhaps this double use of words is why she has taken up calling me "mommy-mommy" recently, to which I typically reply "yes, yosi-yosi?" we're silly. :P )
The harvest of pumpkins. The tentative count is 19.
Beginning the epic journey of potty training. It's like riding a roller coaster (in underwear). Y-I-K-E-S!
The onset of the terrible twos- also like a roller coaster (with some one who is bipolar). Aaargh! How can she be SO adorable and sweet one minute and so hideously unpleasant I want nothing to do with her the next? Am I bipolar? We bought a parenting book before Yosi came home thats title is "I'm OKAY-You're a BRAT". I've never read it, but I have occasionally been reassured by just reading the spine of the book- the big bold black letters on the vivid orange background- a balm to my hissing brain. By this I am saying: I KNEW this would happen, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it and don't beg for mercy and wonder what the heck I got myself into. But eventually bedtime rolls around, and we pray to Jesus and she looks adoringly into my eyes when I say "I love you" and she says, "Love you too, Mommy" and I am soothed... Really, I could not have imagined a better baby for us. I'm still thankful there is only one of her though.
The cicadas- love their humming.
The cool nights.
Autumn on its way.
Life is good.
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1 comment:
wow, two! so much adventure ahead :) i wish for you an endless supply of patience and energy, knowing that you will often run out of both. thank God for david, right? it certainly takes two to parent well.
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