For the love of babies

It's been nearly a month since my last post, and my last urge to really write anything. I've sat down a few times to write, but my brain goes numb so I give up. I've been swamped with homework, work and there's always a shortage of time between when I get home from work and getting everyone, including myself in bed. Paisley is 3 months old now and still such an angel. I'm afraid she might also be a social butterfly like Jayda, because she loves being talked to just like Jayda, and probably all babies do. Her eyes light up at the sound of a voice and she starts wiggling and kicking. Her giggle is so contagious, she's impossible not to google at all day. Babies are so much fun, aside from all the bottles, diapers, poo, spit up and such. I think I find them so lovable because love is really the only emotion a person has felt for them. I've never had to be mad at her, you can't scold a baby, you can't send them to their room or take away their toys. You just love them and you love every expression they make. Their smile can make you cry with happiness and their giggle is the sweetest sound on earth. When you walk into the room to pick them out of the crib and they start beaming with happiness, all you can feel is love.

Jayda is doing well at Head Start and loves her new friends. She continues to test us each day, and I wonder if she'll ever mellow out, just a little bit. She's so impressionable and I struggle to teach her how to make decisions on her own. She's already worried about looking like a dork and not being cute enough. Nearly every day when she gets dressed, she says, "Do I look cute mommy?" We are trying to grow her bangs out, so we've been trying head bands and barrettes. She's constantly worried that she looks dorky. A few weeks ago she refused to wear a pair of jeans because she said, "No one ever tells me I look cute in these." I think this might be happening because all her life she has heard people constantly tell her how cute she is, so when she doesn't hear it at least every day, she gets worried. Sometimes I feel like there's no winning with her. There's a dance class in Lemmon that I would love to get her in, but its just so far and one more thing to throw in the mix we already have going. I think if we could channel some of her energy and enthusiasm into things like that, her behavior might improve. Maybe next year when I'm done with all the school stuff and Paisley will be easier to pack around, we can give it a try.