I am a fun mama...I laugh and joke and tickle WAY more than I discipline...partly because my little one was born with a halo (it seems). Let me assure you, she has her moments, but they are easy to take care of...trying to escape bedtime, wanting to stay in the bubble bath longer, refusing to put on a coat...Definitely things I cannot get upset about.
Today, at the place I help out at, a woman brought her 1 year-old granddaughter, Alyssa. Oh my goodness, My daughter looked like a saint. Somehow, Alyssa found a Sharpie and marked on all the glass...Oops. I found a cure-allin dry erase board cleaner...THANK GOODNESS! She had colored all of her clothes, but that's not my problem...LOL. I was holding her and swinging her and we were giggling, I was definitely enjoying myself.
Kylie was playing with Alyssa and was very concerned with her every move. My boyfriend saw this and looked at me, "She loves other kids," I answered the look, no question required, and added, "She would love a sibling." Cue cute smile.
I think, maybe someday, he will change his mind on his no-kid policy.
Anyways, I was holding Alyssa towards the end of the night and tickling her chubby belly, watching her cherub-faced smile, and immensely enjoying myself. All of the sudden...SMACK, her huge rock head slammed my face...sure enough, I tasted blood and felt my lip go numb. Yep, that's right, I had a FAT lip...I had to laugh it off even though it stung.
Now, I have some luscious lips before but dang...baby head will make them look luxe...LOL. No injections needed...just some Tylenol for headaches, and a big heart. I held her before her grandma took her, awwww...
