Recently, Samantha figured out how to get her nappy off. It’s a race to get a nappy on and get her fully clothed before she pulls it off again. She just loves going ‘au naturale’. This evening during dinner she pulled her nappy off (I took her clothes off for dinner, cause she makes a huge mess, and it was cous cous with italian sauce & cheese). I just figured, She’ll be fine. I’m not gonna put a new nappy on cause we’ll be bathing her soon. It was my intention to watch her closely, and if she gave signs of needing to ‘go’, I’d use the opportunity for some potty training. HA! Then I remembered that Sean had a guys night out tonight – the premiere of Indiana Jones 4 – and I needed to make dinner.
Picture this: I look around the corner from the kitchen, and see my Darling Daughter walking towards me in the half light of dusk. She has her fingers in her mouth and something brown on her face. I ask, “what are you eating? Is that chocolate?” Wait a minute! We don’t have any chocolate in the house. Is that? It can’t be! NO?! Please, Please, please let it be chocolate!! Samantha is covered from head to foot with the stuff. I walk into the living room and turn on the light. It’s NOT chocolate. And it’s EVERYWHERE. Thankfully I have wooden floors. Thankfully Sean was available to help me clean up. He took the kid while I took the floors. According to Sean, Samantha didn’t really enjoy her poop. She was very eager to have her mouth rinsed out. That might explain why she came looking for me. Or perhaps it’s like a cat bringing it’s prey to it’s master. I mean, she did have a big smile on her face as she walked into the kitchen…
Oh, eww!
I wonder if this means she’ll be a gardener or an artist or something someday.
I do admit that it does get hard for me to read so many children posts from not just you two, but most everyone we know. I truly appreciate your sensitivity on the matter. It’s a gift of grace you have from your own struggle to have Samantha.
There is no doubt in my mind that the two of you don’t take her for granted, she has a love that was growing in your hearts for many years before you were blessed with her.
Family is a beautiful thing, I think you display that well and I don’t think you should feel overly worried about your infertile friends. We know you’ve been on this side of the struggle too, I don’t think your throwing your motherhood in our faces. I think the posts you write are much how I will write when my day comes too.
Love,
Crystal
bahahahaha!!!!! you know, zoë did a similar thing way back when