Well, life around here is taking on a new normal. Linley is now almost 15 months and into her independence. Caleb is still three, which if anyone has a three year old boy you can empathize with me here, and Ethan is closing in on six. Holy moly, he's turning six next week. Rant: I have a six year old. You know how you put people in categories? I.E." Oh look, they have a new born, sweet young family. I.E." Oh, they have a three year old and another kid, they're getting seasoned." I.E." Oh, they have a six year old, and two other kids, they're getting on up there." Yep, that's us. Getting on up there. I'm now in "that box." End rant.
The past two weeks at our house have been um, shall we say "Stressful" for mom?
Linley is getting more and more independent yet is also turning more and more towards a Momma's girl. I love seeing her light up when she sees me. She waves and run towards me. OR, she's playing happily then sees me and immediately starts crying and whining so I will pick her up. Um, hello, you were fine just three seconds ago and nothing has changed here. Linley is very accustomed to hearing the word No. Does that mean she likes it? Absolutely not. But she hears it alot. Today, at the Easter Egg hunt there was a table of food set out. She is running towards it trying to grab stuff and of course I'm saying, No Linley. After about five of those run-ins she gets over there and I'm not watching. Her aunt sees her and this is what happens: Linley gets to the table. Attempts to grab something off the table. She turns and looks at me. I'm not looking at her. She thinks for a couple seconds, gives a look, puts her hand down, moves on. Apparently, if I'm not telling her No about it it's not worth trying to get it. Another example. I was at a friend's house getting my hair cut. Linley comes to the door crying. We stop and talk to her and then dismiss it. She's just whining so we continue with the hair cut. All of a sudden we stop and look at her because she quit whining. She then realizes that we are paying attention to her so she immediately starts a fake cry. Seriously?
Caleb is still into this three business. Meltdown. All day long. Yesterday was Bible Study day at church. It's time to go. Oh but wait, the top button to his shirt is not buttoned. Mom, you have to come to MY room and button it. Oh no no no. Please must be used here. Button now in place. Uh oh. My hands were just washed so now he is wet. He then ensues to call me "Booty Buttcheek!!!!" Mama don't play that. Ask Caleb who his new roommate will be if he does that again. It doesn't walk around on two legs nor does it have a bedroom in this house.
Last night we had some of our good friends over. We're sitting at the dining room table while the boys and girls are playing. All of a sudden Ethan appears at the table,smelling like baby powder. Tattling ensues, Caleb has poured baby powder all over the room. I pass this one over to John, I'm done for the time being. Then Linley appears in the room. What's in her hair? What's all over clothes? What's that strong smell? Yes, Caleb decorated Linley with baby powder as well. I then hear the vaccuum cleaner going. I never went and checked how it looked but when I dusted today, yes please write that one down, that I dusted baby powder off of the front and sides of the dresser.
So the new norm, Ethan babying Linley, Caleb still being three, Linley being independent. It's never calm here and I wouldn't have it any other way, except maybe nap time. Yeah, I could handle a calm house during nap time.
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