She is constantly the centre of attention, to the point where sometimes I feel I cease to exist.
She likes to stare at people and eavesdrop on their conversations when we are out in public.
She's a backseat driver who complains when I have to stop at a red light.
She has constant mood swings and takes only milliseconds to go from happy to mad.
She thinks grunting is an acceptable form of communication.
She interrupts conversations. She interrupts movies. She interrupts TV. She even interrupts reading.
She likes to listen to the same song. Over, and over, and over again. And then one more time after that. Sometimes she demands I sing the song. Over, and over, and over again. And yes, even with my singing voice, one more time after that.
She kicks me. She bites my fingers. She pulls out my hair. She scratches my face.
She wakes me up at 5:30 in the morning because she's hungry.
She has food fights with herself that sometimes ricochets on to me.
She loves to stick out her tongue and blow her spit on me.
She gets irritable when she's tired but refuses to sleep.
She pees in the midst of my changing her diaper. Frequently in public.
She smiles.
And that's when I remember why she's my new best friend. And that I will always do any and everything I can for her.
I love my daughter so much. I can't believe I once knew life without her.
I know exactly what you mean.
ReplyDeleteAw, that is such a sweet post. :)
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