Super Mom

You decide to have kids, and everyone tells you it awesome. You spend nine months throwing up, feeling huge, and vowing to never go through that again. Then the doctor tells you, "It's a girl" and you forget all that pain. Life is great even without sleep. Then something happens and they turn 9 1/2 months...

It's like it hit overnight and I am still trying to figure out how to get my Super Mom skills back again. Here's a little bit of what has hit us...

My babysitter, the sink, isn't good enough anymore, cause she can stand in it now. What to do with her so I can at least brush my teeth everyday, let alone getting ready for the day?

How about on the floor with toys?
Nope cause now I can open cabinets and drawers.
Get ready, Mom? What's that?

 MaKatie has decided that inside isn't good enough anymore, but she doesn't like grass, sprinklers, or bugs. However, she loves...

Getting a drink from the hose, 

and swinging.

 Oh, and she's mobile now. She crawls and pulls herself up and sits back down. This adds a whole new dimension to everything. For example, naps- who would have guessed that naps would be affected by crawling. Nap time is now a war of her wanting to stand up, sit, or crawl to the other side of the crib vs. mom's idea of laying down to sleep. Oh and did I mention she thinks one hour a day is sufficient for a nap. I severally miss two several hour naps a day.

 It was fun seeing her figure out that crawling gets her somewhere. The first couple days she could crawl she wouldn't do it. Then its like a switch was flipped and she figured out... Wow, this gets me where I want to be. She cruises all over now.

 As she gets older, we have gotten girly already. (I know it's my fault, but it's just so cute.)

We must do our hair now every day, since it's finally long enough.

And don't forget those toes like mom's.

And occasionally, she'll give me a break and read on her own...
IF she thinks I am still watching.

So everyday, I pray for the patience and endurance to keep up with her. All the while wondering in awe at mom's who do this with more than one. So even though people tell me she's perfect and I smile. I am still waiting on those "Super Mom" powers to kick in again. Most importantly, I just have to remind myself that it doesn't matter if my house is clean or if I got a shower today, but that she is our everything. We love her and think she is the cutest thing that ever existed (just don't ask me thirty minutes before she goes to bed).