It's funny, there are so many thoughts running through my head during the day and yet when I find the time to post....nothing. I guess that is just how life is for me right now. Tonight was a sweet time because Claire and I got some one-on-one time. The dog ran away while we were in Spokane and Corey took Ezra and Audrey to Spokane to collect the dog.
I was reminded of what life was like with one.
It was special, being able to give Claire
all of me for the evening. I've been meaning to do a special "Claire post" to write about her personality and all the cute things she's doing, but haven't. Oh well, just too busy
enjoying her I suppose. She really is a sweet, accommodating baby. Claire started crawling just before she turned 7 months old and is so proud of herself. For the most part, she's happy cruising the floor and loves to watch her siblings. I just set her where they're playing and check for small toys and she's good to go.
Although she is sweet, Claire is very focused and when she wants something, uses her lungs. Half a week after she began crawling, she started trying to pull herself up on the ottoman. Take it easy, kid! One developmental milestone at a time! Yesterday I was feeding her carrots and she was crying so I tried feeding her more quickly. After she slowed down, I gave her some Gerber puffs (which has sugar listed before sweet potatoes on the ingredient list I just noticed) and she started chowing down, happy to be feeding herself. Guess most of the kids nowdays come with lots of "spirit."
My little imp is growing up so fast.
I cherish this age-
how she holds onto me when I am holding her
smiles when she sees me or Corey like we're the greatest people in the world
is so pleased splashing the water in the bath, or feeding herself
I was rocking her for a nap today and sat holding her, wishing I could hold on to that moment.
It's tough. Three young ones who need so much of me. It's been a little rough lately.
Trying to figure out some things. What my children need and how to help them.
Often I'm not the mother I wish I were. I yell. Sometimes I cry.
But it's okay- I'm trying to give my best effort.
It's different everyday.
Received the advice again today
"enjoy it while you can"
and there are times when I do...
and times when I don't.
I think that's alright.
As they say, joy comes in the moments.
That's enough for tonight.