We are driving home from Spotlight. In the car, and it has just started to rain.
“Mama! Wipe wipe wipe!”
Baby girl wants me to put the wipers on. I flick the wand, and the wipers move across the window.
“Good job Mama.”
We are driving to another shop.
“Mama, one more toy, and finish.”
She says this ALL the time. Every time she says “one more toy, and finish,” it actually NEVER EVER EVER finishes. It’s the never-ending finishing toy story, which never actually finishes, unlike the movie, which DID.
I give her a look, trying not to smile. “Baby girl, don’t be cheeky.”
She cocks her head to the side, imitating my amused smile, and laughs. “Mama,” with the same tone I used on her.
(How do I win with this super-charming and cheeky girl?)
I am cleaning up after having made a cap and babycino for baby girl and I this afternoon. She takes the empty milk canister I have on the side, placing it in the sink.
“Be careful! The milk can drip.” I try to convince her, with my own hands full, to get her to leave the canister alone. She doesn’t.
She places the lid on top, in an act of ‘packing up,’ and then starts to walk away.
“Thank me Mama.”
She wants me to thank her.
“Thanks baby girl… not that I asked you in the first place,” I mutter.
She has just finished brushing her teeth. We make a HUGE deal out of this, every single time.
“Great job honey! You did so well! You are a superstar!”
“No, a rock star.”
Geez! Where did that one come from?! ;-D
(LOL LOL LOL)
Sitting on her Dad’s lap, drinking her nightly milk. She is slipping off his lap, and repositions herself on him, resulting in extreme discomfort for him. He winces, but he is well-used to this wiggle worm by now.
“Ahh,” she says, taking the milk cup from me, now that she is more comfortable.
“Much much better.”
I write these things, not only because they make me happy, and grateful for these moments that display her growing humour, personality and maturity, but also as a snapshot into our life, into her life and world, and in particular the moments captured on August the 7th 2017.
It’s the reason why I write and document life so much. I want to remember, and for my children to one day read back, and go “wow… that happened? Wow.”
Life is precious, and life with a child is a wild adventure and bag of tricks that is almost necessary to note down… because they are memories to treasure forever.