Life. Boy, I tell ya what. It's pretty amazing. The girls are growing up so fast. Bailey is really starting to fill in her role of annoying little sister. It won't be long before Audrey starts using the phrase 'all up in my grill'.The Bailey Bear keeps me on my toes trying to eat every speck of fuzz/hair on the floor and getting into every crevice that is off limits, clinging to my legs while I'm trying to make dinner and chasing the poor dog around the house. But she sleeps through the night on occasion and has the world's cutest smile when she wakes up. She's generally ecstatic to meet new people and just wants to be where the action is. It's amazing how different she is from her sister and how I'm able to love both of them so much.
Audrey, as always, is my analytical skeptic. She's big into animals and gets very excited when she's allowed to watch movies since she's old enough to sit through them now. We have instituted tea time directly following her nap every day, in which we drink real tea and invite her imaginary friend, baby tiger, to dine with us. Various fictitious and real (or stuffed) animals also join us on occasion, such as a pack of wild monkeys or Barry the snake. During tea time we debate the merits of good and evil, human nature and the plight of man as expressed through plots such as Lion King, Snow White or Mary Poppins. It makes for riveting conversation.
Audrey has also hit the major milestone of being able to go to the bathroom BY HERSELF. She even occasionally kicks me out of the bathroom. It's amazing and life changing. I can't wait until Bailey figures it out too.Now that Audrey is attending preschool a few days a week, she is constantly singing her ABC's and loves to jumble the days of the week. She knows all the words to the song 'Let's Go Fly a Kite' and often bursts into random song. Some days I think she might legitimately be color blind because she consistently answers 'pink' any time I ask her what color something is. She also questions me until it feels like my brain is going to ooze out of my ears.
As always, my big girl is high maintenance, but she thinks she's low maintenance. I love her, but she exhausts me mentally as much as her baby sister exhausts me physically.
As long as I get a nap I'm willing to overlook the exhausting side effects most days and carry on grateful for the amazing blessings these girls have proven to be. I would be a shallow, selfish person if it were not for them; they've taught me to be humble, to have patience and to live in the moment. What more could you ask for?
