Friday, October 10, 2008

dear ellie,

My dearest baby girl,
I love you more than my own life. I would stand in front of a bullet or an angry bear for you. I would jump off a cliff if it meant you would have a long and healthy and happy life. I really would. But must you:
Take off your socks 2 seconds before we have to leave? Everytime?
Talk so much that some days I want to shove knitting needles in my ears to try and rupture my eardrums?
Make a gigantic fuss every time you need your teeth or hair brushed? Or your clothes or diaper changed?
Climb into your carseat by yourself because "i big girl"?
Follow me as I am cleaning up, just to take everything out again?
Insist on putting on your "make-up" when we are running 15 minutes late?
Throw a fit when you can't have a sucker before dinner?
I know you are two and these days are fleeting. I know this. But days like today just can't end soon enough. Am I a horrible mother? Do you still love me? Can you tell that I really don't want to play Barbies or do I fake it well? I promise to do better tomorrow.
I love you, even when you drive me bananas,


Sheila said...

I can relate to this so a BIG GIANT HUG for you!

The oldest twin likes to take off his pants all the time and it drives me nuts. Cause once he does it the other one takes off his pants. Then they pull off their socks and so on. Ugh!

Sschraed said...

I'm right there with you. We go through it ALL. I just read in my PARENTS magazine that the 1/2 years between 2 and 5 are the worst. I would have never thought that but for some reason they are. We are in the 2 1/2 stage will soon be over :)