My Precious Daughter

Monday nights are always hard at our house.  Brent works until 9pm and those nights usually aren't pretty.  C always picks these nights to be a complete brat and I'm left needing a stiff drink.

 

This Monday I was determined not to have a bad night.  I fixed C and I a little pallet on the floor and told her we would pop popcorn and watch a movie.  She was thrilled!

 

She really is having a good time.  Just tired of me taking pictures.

 

Stop taking pictures of me!!  See brat.

 

She had a big time laying on the floor eating popcorn (and maybe a few cookies) and watching a new movie.

 

Sadly, we only lasted halfway through the movie before she got in big trouble for throwing things and not listening.  We had to end the night early because I could not handled all the drama that unfolded alone.

 

Last night I was even more determined not to have a repeat of Monday but that didn't happen.  She managed to cry for a good 45 minutes after I picked her up from school.  Nothing was calming her down so I suggested her and I take a walk.  This seemed to do wonders for her mood and my nerves.  We even managed to have a special mother-daughter moment during our walk. 

 

We were just about done with our walk and I was mentally congratulating myself on calming the beast.  I was deep in my thoughts when I heard C say something.  I looked down to see my precious 3 year old looking back at me with her big brown eyes.  I bent down closer so I could hear the sweet words of this child of mine that I dang near birthed naturally. 

 

Me:"What's that honey?"

 

C:"Wiggle."

 

Me:"Wiggle?"

 

C:"Yeah.  Why are your legs wiggling?"

 

I gathered what little self confidence I had left and replied, "because they're fat and I'm out of shape!"

 

Hallmark moments people.  Hallmark moments.