Last night she was crying hysterically and freaking out about either #1 she didn't like her pajamas or #2 she was having an appendicitis attack. First, (trying to avoid trip number 3 to the doctor) I am trying to appease her by changing her pajamas. After many tears and hit and misses, she is satisfied with wearing TWO pairs of pajama pants at the same time and a polka dot short sleeve shirt. Then she wants to go outside. Then she wants to drive around in the car. Mind you this is 10:00 at night. And what do we do?!?! APPEASE HER BECAUSE DUE TO LACK OF SLEEP WE HAVE LOST OUR STINKIN' MINDS with this child and SHE KNOWS IT!!!! We drive around the back roads of Mansfield with me shining my phone light in the back seat to see if she's asleep so we can have her permission to go home.
"Come on mom and dad! Get in bed! We've got shows to watch in twenty different languages!"
This is when I'm all like "awww....look at my sweet baby...isn't she precious???She hasn't done a wrong thing in her little life!!!"
And what Elisabeth is probably thinking: "SUCKERS!!!!!!"
****I interrupt this blog to once again apologize to any and every parent I have had a judgemental thought or attitude towards concerning your parenting techniques.*****
She has been showing signs of being ready for potty training. Tonight she took a bunch of toilet paper and stuck it in the toilet (I'll take that as a sign). I sighed and said "She's growing up so fast..." Chris looked at her and replied, "Will you just turn 18 already?!?!?!"
We have a 19 year old. And yes, somehow it seems they go from 2 to 19 overnight. Graduation was tonight and I can't believe we just went through this a year ago with daughter number #1. The one who slept in bed sideways between us until she was three. The one who nursed until well, she was old enough to ask for it. Child #2 and #3 got the short end of the stick 'cause we wised up. Then Elisabeth comes along at the practically grandparent stage of our life and we are....we are.....I'm sure many of you observing our life with E (especially family) would just LOVE to finish that statement for me. :)
Tomorrow my big girl comes home with her daddy's truck loaded down with her dorm room that needs to somehow miraculously fit it her bedroom closet. Tomorrow we are looking for our 16 year old son's first car which means he is about to hit "freedomville." Sorry Jacob, you are almost 13 and tomorrow you are stuck at home with your boring old mom and dad and your baby sister who I make you give your Sonic ice to so she will stop whining and I can have a moment of peace at your expense. (You have my permission to resent me.)
But before we know it, Chris will be looking at Elisabeth and say, "You're 18 already!!!!" And then him and I will do a high five and a happy dance while being very careful not to throw our hip out of place. We will collapse in our wheelchairs and say, "They are finally gone...." Only not really.
~I will give my baby a bottle till she is ready to give it up (or she's in kindergarten - whichever comes first.)
~I will snuggle and watch "Masha and the Bear" (that's her favorite Russian cartoon for those of you who are not up to date on my facebook) at 3:00 in the morning while the rear end of her blue stuffed bunny pokes me in the face. Because I know that in a blink of an eye I will be texting her goodnight across hundreds of miles instead of telling her goodnight across the hall.
~We will drive around in the pitch black to calm our poor baby down because she is uncomfortable and can't quite tell us why. Because before we know it she will be driving around in the pitch black late at night while we wait up for her! (As in, we are never gonna get any sleep.)
~We will continue to pray over our kids every morning asking the Lord to give us wisdom in how to handle all their little ideosyncrencies. To show them mercy when they need mercy, to show them firmness when they need firmness. To heal their bodies, to make their minds strong, to protect them from Satan.
It's what any parent would do...And if you're really good - You have them broke from the bottle and on an night time schedule that actually works by the time they are a year old. So we're a little behind.....And being all nostalgic, and weepy because it's now almost 2 a.m. and it's graduation time, and I like to indulge in those weepy mom moments....I wouldn't change it. (*I fully reserve the right to delete that comment when she wakes me up in about 2 hours.)
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