One Day Closer to Spring

I can hardly believe we are already into the first week of February, and I feel like there is still that haze in my life as time passes by so quickly. It may be the repetition of grey days this winter has given us or it may be that Jack is still up several times in the night and I just can't get caught up on the rest I need. Seriously, I know that it will end soon. He has been getting eight teeth all at once and molars, no less. There are two that are still swollen and causing him some grief. The little guy just feels better when I hold him close and kiss his little cheeks. I am optimistic about his ability to sleep because Jack has made it clear that I don't need to sing him to sleep every night. He nurses and then stops and looks up at my face. I ask him, "Jack, do you want me to lay you in your bed and I will sit here until you are asleep?" He nods. So, I lay him down and sit in the rocker and watch him get comfortable until he stops moving for a bit and then I tip toe out. Pretty cool, eh? He has been doing this for about two weeks and I feel so good about it. Jack is a baby of few words, still. He is much more behind than his sister was at this age, and that is really all I have to compare him to. But, I am impressed every day with his techniques to communicate and interact without words. He has even lined up all of his Mickey Mouse, Pluto, and Goofy plushes on the couch and then pointed at the TV to tell us what he wants to watch. And, he sings. He sings with me when I am rocking him to sleep. He projects so loudly that Derek even heard him downstairs. It is so so sweet.

Greta has the most vivid and busy imagination. From the moment she wakes she creates scenarios from Disney movies and acts them out in her bed. Periodically she calls Snow White on the phone for a lengthy gab session that very much resembles my talks with my good friend Rachel. She says, "No way! Oh my gosh, I don't believe it!" "Yah Yah, it true." She is starting to ask me questions. Those questions that make me smile and know that she thinks about the world and how it works. She asked me why Pocahontas's skin was brown. And, then I got to tell her about climate zones, and migration and people of the world (Cue "Its a Small World"). She also told me that God is a girl, and that she remembers her. ( I thought that was worth writing down.)

We play dress up often through out our day. Greta imagines she is each princess and sings each song attributed to each princess and then I find her laying on the kitchen floor as I am making lunch. Her eyes are shut and she is still. (ahhhhh.) Then out of now where she sits up and says, "You have to kiss me." ...Lays back down and shuts her eyes. I always have to ask her after the kiss, "Did you eat an apple?" "Did you touch the spindle?" And then I know which prince to be. Last week she was laying on the floor ready to be kissed and she lost her train of thought and shouted, "I'm making snow angels!" A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

And so our days continue with events that probably seem uneventful to most. But, I feel like the luckiest mamma in the world because I get to act like a child again and wait for my prince charming to come home from work at 5:30.