I put "Update Blog" on my mental to-do list every day or so, and then it gets pushed down until a later date, and then again. The fact that I haven't posted in so long, or very often, is not for the fact that there isn't anything to write about, but that my days are
full. Full of tasks and chores and activities and taking it all in as much as I possibly can. I'm not saying everything is peachy keen all day, every day, but what I am saying is that I make the most out of it all the very best I can, and I am filling my days with positivity and special moments.
Farrah keeps changing like the seasons do here in Missouri. She is fiercely independent and I've never needed to use those two words together as much as I do when describing her. She is either the happiest girl in the land, or the fieriest one. If things aren't aligned just right for her (milk in her sippy, snacks, well rested, swing, outside, with an animal around), you better watch out.
Oh, she's so much fun. She directs life with her little pointer finger. She's very observant. She watches what we do, and does it too. She remembers all the little things she's heard or seen. The daycare girls sent a video of her pushing a baby in a baby swinging repeatedly saying "wee wee wee" because we push her and say "wee." Gosh, I love it.
She is (and always has been) so very timely and regular. We get in the car, we turn Bubble Guppies on, she gets a snack of some sort (flavored goldfish crackers, puffs, apples, etc.), then she hands me the bowl and asks for her milk ("mii"). Then she usually grabs her paci from her cup holder and finds Lambie, and comforts herself by watching TV ("tee"). That's her normal morning routine at least. Any other time it's a little more stressful and with some shrieks and stuff, but you know, we're talking about happy things right now.
One of her favorite things to do right now is push her stroller around. She pushes on the bottom shelf area and you have to help guide her, but we go around and around on the front concrete pad, sidewalk, and yard. She also loves to feed Rudy. She scoops food into an ice cream bucket, and she carries it across our yard to the doghouse and food bowl along the tree line, and pours it into her bowl, after calling for "Rudy" of course. Sometimes, if Rudy is lucky, Farrah will even feed her for a little bit, piece by piece.
She has been playing with her baby doll around the living room for long periods of time (30 minutes or so) solely picking up the baby, laying the baby down, handing the baby to me, carrying the baby to another spot, all while shaking a toy bottle and offering it to her baby ("bebe!"), and it's just plain adorable.
As we watched her quickly stroll across the living room floor pushing her toy grocery cart hollering for "Lambie!" Keane reminded me that Soon, this will all just be memories. He went on to say that We will continue to make new memories, but my heart has stuck with his first statement. Although I've known and realized and remembered that these times are fleeting ever so quickly from the beginning, it was still a strong reminder that this very now, our current every day, will soon fade into new nows and different every days. Farrah's little voice will change, and her baby words will develop, and her baby play will turn into different styles of play. And I will love that, but I also love this. I spend a lot of time simply watching and taking her in. That's sometimes the best, or most, that I can do to enjoy, appreciate, and capture our now, along with photos and videos of course.
