I've recently had a conversation with other moms of little ones about blogging (or generally showing) our "best selves" versus keeping it real. I try to find a good balance of showing the fun I really have with my kids (and I do), while being honest about the challenges we come up against. In the spirit of keeping it real I'll tell you, today is a challenge. Specifically a 2 ft. 8 in. challenge weighing approximately 24 pounds. Her name is Peyton. And not just today. Two days ago I called my sister with a desperate plea of "Please, please, Skype with us, because I think my kids would love it, and maybe it will distract Peyton long enough to stop crying about whatever it is she's crying about." She wasn't home.
Peyton is stubborn, sweet, funny, challenging, easy going, passionate, fiery, playful, larger than life and quiet as a mouse. Did I mention stubborn? She's me. Many who knew me as a child smirk and think I deserve her.
She can take a swing at me one minute, and in the next minute wants to hug like we haven't seen each other in years.
She wants to do things all by herself, but can't, and doesn't have the words to express her frustration. Instead, she throws herself on the floor, pulls out a chunk of her hair and eats it. Yes, you read that right. My child pulls out her hair in frustration. Literally. And then she eats it. You'd think the sensation alone would be a deterrent, but I guess not.
She lives in the shadow of an older sister she adores. Yet, her sister is better and faster at all the things they do together, right now. Believe me, I get this. Did I mention that my sister was Valedictorian? I had a solid B average. My sister plays tennis and golf. I can throw a racquet farther than McEnroe.
And to add to her charm, she has just discovered that the walls of her crib can no longer contain her.
Child
Sister
Explorer
Mischief Maker
Nurturer
Hider
Ham
Thrill Seeker
Dancer
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