Rollercoaster

Little A has been going through a "phase" lately. Its all too familiar to me as Big A went through it right around age 3. Tantrums, fighting me on everything, whining, getting up too early. Its enough to exhaust any mother. It's been a struggle to keep my patience, and I'm not proud that I haven't always been able to. 

But it's funny with kids. When things get easy, they throw you for a loop. And when things get hairy, they throw you a bone to let you know that the struggles are worth it. Tonight was one of those times. It was just a normal bedtime routine, but sometimes those are the special ones. I read "I'll love you forever" to Little A and found myself tearing up as I always do when I read that book.

I'll love you forever,

I'll like you for always,

As long as I'm living, 

My baby you'll be.

Little A was snuggled into the footie pajamas she loves (she calls them "holders" for her feet), this pair featuring a pink mouse. Whatever the animal of the night is, she embodies with all of the passion of a two-year-old. I get to play too as she deemed me "Mommy Mousie." She really gets into it, crawling around and squeaking. We even planned her lunch for the next day - cheese, cheese and more cheese.

Then I went to put Big A to bed and as usual, she begged me to stay for a minute and talk. She loves our talks and never wants them to end. She tells me about her day and then asks me to tell her stories. I try to think of funny stories from when I was a kid, or just make something up - ha. 

I left her room feeling full instead of empty like I sometimes do at the end of the day. Yes, they drive me crazy on a daily basis. But then, there's this ~ my girls, sisters:

Sisters