Miss C and I snuggled in her bed, cozy beneath the pink comforter, and flipped through her baby album together.
After looking at the pictures from her first Christmas, we came across this photo.
This was taken five years ago last week. She was 7 months old and had just had her first big girl bath in mommy and daddy’s tub and I wanted to remember the occasion. Miss C weighed in at a heavy weight 18 plus pounds at her 6-month checkup and I still can see those sweet fat rolls. I remember e-mailing this picture to family and friends with the caption, “Santa was good to me, was he good to you?”
Where does the time go?
Now Miss C wants her own bathroom and knoweth how to lay down the sass.
The sass is incredibly frustrating. Miss C is so sensitive at times, too, and I can tell she’s dealing with some of the everyday insecurities that crop up at school with kids teasing her and that sort of playground emotional teeter totter. It saddens me because so often I just don’t know what to do. I overreact, I am impatient with her, and I make things worse.
And then I see a photo like this and remember she was my first baby and in so many ways she is still a baby. Her personality is developing and she’s learning to deal with frustration and anger and the multitude of emotions that flood her little soul.
Sometimes when I look at Miss C sleeping and her face is peaceful and full of hope I see her baby face peeking through the little girl veneer.
OK, enough of that or I’ll make myself cry.