That smile is deceiving. That smile is hiding the words that she can't fully form yet. That smile wants to say things like, I don't care that you just gave me a bath. When you turn your back I'm going to grab another handful of grits and massage it into my hair. Then I'm going to push the bowl off the high chair and laugh. After you wipe me down, I'm going to run over and sit on Aja because you told me not to.
She is the perfect combination of two halves: Khary and myself. He likes to poke and prod in the name of fun and I have a stubborn streak a mile long. And then there's the fact that she's a girl. Some mornings she makes me want to cover her in kisses. Other mornings I wish that I could find a way to annoy her as much as she annoys me. Should I hide her toys? Should I take her grits and rub it in her face before she gets a chance? It would be childish, I know. But it would feel so GOOD. The problem is that she's not even two yet, so she wouldn't understand what I was trying to do. So instead, I ignore her. Come to think of it, I used to ignore my own mother when we butted heads.
All that mother/daughter love talk is funny and inspiring, right? Well, maybe not. But I have been fortunate enough to be bestowed with a Sunshine Award by Cassiopeiachats for being funny and inspiring. She writes, "Your blog is so funny, and your personal story with your baby brings sunshine and hope into the lives of your readers. You deserve it."
I am honored to be given this award. After first finding my blog, Cassiopeia read the article I wrote for Mamapedia about Aja's birth and asked that I write a guest post for her. I am currently updating it, since much has changed in regards to Aja's development (all good!). I will let you dear readers know when the new post is up and ready. I have not thought of our story in terms of inspiration for others. I am certainly glad that it is an unintended result. For us, it's just the story of our baby girl. And so, here is my award:
A stipulation of this award is to pass this on to others, which I will certainly do, but it will take a little time. The human food tornado is singing in her crib, which means that my quiet moment will soon end. I am currently watching the World Cup so maybe if I turn the sound up I can drown her out with the buzz of vuvuzelas. Her song is really great though. So I just may listen to her a little while longer.