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Haley's World

Maybe, just maybe-I can get a post up this evening:

As I walked into the child play area at the YMCA, I just couldn't help but smile.  The crying toddler I walked away from just an hour before was playing so nicely with two other girls that she didn't even notice me walking in.  Being a girl myself, I have come to know and understand only one fact about female relationships, girls in three-- means trouble.

Three girls all about the same age sat side-by-side-by-side.  Haley in the middle.  All three were sitting in front of the window, passing toys from one another.  By pass, I mean, Haley would snatch the toys away from the other two and decide who got to play with what.  This stopped me in my tracks and I saw my future.  Even though none of the girls can use their words, I could tell by body language what was going on between these girls.  Perhaps, it was Haley's noticeably bigger size.  But Haley was being a bit of a bossy thing.  Good grief.  It has already begun.  Mental note:  teach Haley how to share and be a NICE girl; not a mean girl.


Fast forward but also rewinding (confused yet) to this evening.  I was officially on the clock,. meaning I was in charge of my kiddo plus an additional little (big) buddy of mine.  They were playing nicely, so I decided to get the dishes done from our dinner.  They were in clear view, and plenty occupied so I wasn't worried.

Then I hear an eruption of laughter from my little buddy.  And suddenly Haley is at my feet, bare bottomed.  No diaper.  This didn't look good.  So when I walked over to where they were playing I saw it:  a big pile of baby poo.  Fantastic.  My child took off her diaper to dump on my floor.  Maybe I need to buy her a potty, because this isn't the first indication that I have gotten that she isn't a fan of crapping her own pants (not that I blame her).  I have zero plans of pushing the potty training issue so early, but it never hurts to be prepared.

To be honest, I was completely exhausted by the time the clock hit 8.  Haley was a handful earlier in the day during a small group gab session Bible study.  From there I had my hands full with the additional kiddo.  Then the pooing on the floor.  I was over it and ready for all children to go to bed.  At this point, I wasn't actually at home but at my little buddy's house.  She has been great about sleeping in her pack-n-play over there until recently.  And tonight, it was a no way, no how.  Only adding to my long list of headaches.

And then it happened.  What I have been wanting for months now.  I got Haley out of her pack-n-play and laid down with her on my chest.  While she didn't fall asleep she laid there just cuddling looking as precious as could be.  My heart melted.  She insisted on hold my finger as well.  She must have been needing some cuddle time as well.  I can't even remember the last time we cuddled.  She won't ever let me hold her.  When she is tired, she wants her bed....period.  So I definitely soaked up every last moment of this rare event.  I like to think that she wanted to cuddle with me and not watch the re-runs of House.  But it was crazy how glued she was to watching the episode.  Maybe she is going to be a doctor someday.


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