I looked wearily at Terrell this evening after bringing Jia downstairs. It was 9 pm and the bedsheets were soaked. Moments earlier I had tiptoed off to go to the bathroom believing she was soundly asleep. I returned to find she had dumped an entire cup of water onto the bed. I said to him "she's wild" and he replied with one word -"feral". It actually made me laugh at a moment when I was not feeling like laughing. But he's right. She's 28 months old and she's feral. We parents may attempt to domesticate these developmentally exploding creatures but it's for naught. She is just plain wild. And she's loving and sweet and make your heart hurt in love with us and we her. I actually said "dammit Jia" when I rushed to her side at the sweet call of "mama" and found the entire bed wet - to include her. Oh, patience is hard found at these moments. But she looked up at me and gave me that silly grin and I felt the horrible f bomb floating in my head melt away like warm butter. Life is good.
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Oh, I remember these days well with my three, Beth and T. When every pot, pot lid, wooden spoon and loose object in the kitchen needed to be pulled out and scattered from one end of the house to the other, etc. And the things they can imagine to get into when your back is turned for only a second! Sorry about the wet bed; many similar things are in your future, I fear. :-D Glad to see all are happy (and mostly well-she will eventually adjust to the exotic germs of her classmates and will bring home fewer colds). We miss you guys.
Big Sis
I just love that picture of T and Jia. She is looking at him as if to say, "what?, you let me do this all the time when Mom's not around!!!"
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