Saturday, August 06, 2011
My baby, who is now 2 years old, fell asleep on my shoulder as I rocked her today. I LOVE it when that happens, in large part because it's such a novelty. She has never been much of one for snuggling, so I try to make the most of it when she does. Evie is such an adventurous little thing. She's chipped her front tooth twice (the same tooth!), had a heavy chair fall on her face, toppled off the back of the rocking chair, and all before her second birthday. But I admire her strong will and determination, even though it frustrates me frequently. It's a constant struggle to teach and discipline her, putting her in the right path without breaking her spirit. Does it sound to anyone else like she's a teenager already? Maybe that's why my own mom used to pull teenage me onto her lap, when I felt like I must be squashing her. I guess I'll never grow out of wanting my baby on my lap.