Quirky Girls, Songs & Stories

It's been a LONG couple of days.  Lots of crazy twists and turns...news and realities soaking in that I'd rather not face.  Oh, how I'm grateful for my Isabella Daisy because every night when I put her in bed I can always count on a smile and a laugh...and the feeling of deep gratitude for the simple things.  I can always count on a vibrant and full-of-life (arm movements and flamboyant drama included) impromptu and original song or two that includes a message about rainbows, sparkles, temples, loving mom, the beach, and more sparkles...because everything is simply sparkly through Izzie's eyes.  She always brings a smile & deep laugh to my day, and complete joy to my heart.  The bright side of things through a child's eyes.  I can always count on my Izzie to give me a lift and to help me see the simple beauties in life through all of the crud and smut we wade through as adults.  

The quirk I should never ignore.... Lexie was utterly exhausted last night and conked out before I had the chance to hear her little stories and to sing songs with her.  So I tenderly cuddled her, but of course she didn't remember it...  

Fast forward to 1:45 am.  She wakes up with a grudge...so upset remembering that she fell asleep without her stories and songs.  She screams for me in utter disgust and disappointment.  I'm a heavy sleeper (thank heavens).  So Curt wakes me up and I sleep-walk into her room and throw myself on her bed to tell her I already cuddled with her, but that she was asleep already. 

Not good enough.

So I lay half asleep waiting to listen to her middle-of-the-night story.  Only she won't tell it because my eyes aren't open and she wants my full attention. I literally cannot open my eyes.  I couldn't even pick myself up to walk to my own bed at this point!  So I lie there...and I remember waking up again at 3:45 am with Lex folding her arms in disgust staring me down and begging me to open an eye and watch her tell her simple little story.   TWO HOURS she sat there unwilling to cuddle because my eyes weren't open to listen to her. I was somewhere in a REM cycle.  Somehow I manage to pry one eye open, listen for 2 minutes, she finishes, I tuck her in...and off to sleepy land for a few more hours.  

Lesson learned.  Again.  She remembers and has certain standards and expectations...but she values her mommie.  She lives and breathes for me the same way I do for her.  She wants to be heard with care and attention.  Let's hope those same high standards and expectations transfer to every aspect of her life and carry us through teenagehood!  Caffeine, anyone?