It never dawned on me that with the oldest out of the picture, the youngest would be able to take full advantage of having daddy all to herself, for at least seven hours a day. And it's almost been like meeting her for the first time. All of the things I thought I knew about my baby are true, but then there's more.
For example, I always knew she was a sweetheart but I didn't realize just how funny she can be. I say funny but maybe silly is a better description. Either way, she keeps me laughing whenever we're in the same room (despite my futile attempts to NOT be in the same room).I always knew she was smart. Like "let's get her tested" type of smart. But now that we can sit down and talk about whatever she wants, without any interruptions or interference from outside influences named mom or sister, I am blown away by some of the stuff that comes out of her mouth. Her vocabulary is off the charts for an "almost three year-old". We were searching for her new Princess slippers the other day and I said, "you had them last, where did you leave them?" And she shrugged her shoulders and said "I don't know. It's mysterious."
Now her usage may have been a little awkward but yet appropriate.
But it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows as I've also learned a lot about her temper and stubbornness. But if she were sitting here (and could type) I'd bet she'd be saying the same thing about me. So we'll call that one a draw.
But otherwise I've been enjoying getting to know my baby during our alone time but it also makes me realize that I've been allowing her sister to dominate my time and attention when she's around. And if you know her then you know that I can't be held completely accountable for that. It's like blaming a blade of grass for being swayed by a gust of wind. #ForceOfNature.
But I'll do better.
