B. Birdie. The Animal- these are all her nicknames. My little birdie is quite the flavorful character. She is loud. She is bossy. She yells. She is stubborn. She is always dirty. She walks around with a grumpy face. She only talks to you when she is in the mood, and lots of times she isn’t.
Her faced is scabbed up because she decided to swing all by herself on the swing set when we were making dinner. It didn’t end well for her. She face planted while trying to go high in the air. My poor little thing. She thinks she is a teenage and not my little baby. My little 2 year old baby.
I wish my camera wasn’t dead right now so I would get a snapshot of my little princess. Her face is all scabbed; her hair is her usual mess. It’s out of control, knots everywhere, and super frizzy. Sometimes I think when she wakes up she rubs her head back and forth on the pillow as much as she can until I come in to get her out of the crib. I think she tries to see how messy she can get it.
This morning was a great day for her. As for me, not so much… She came walking out of the bedroom at 7:45am. She has finally learned how to get out of her crib. Sad day for me…
Does this mean nap time will end? I don’t know, but I have a feeling this little animal of mine is not going to stay in her bed as well as her older brother Drew stays in his. We put Drew down and he stays, and never gets up. Even if he is crying, he cries in bed until we get him. We put him down at 8pm and he is usually asleep in 10 minutes.
As for the animal, well that’s a different story. She is yelling things at us. “Come get me Dad?” “I want out, Dad” “Mom, where are you?” “I need you now” This girl is a trip. And you know what? I love every second of it. She makes me laugh, when I should be getting on to her. She makes me cry when she ruins my things. I go with lots of emotions when I am with my little animal (and I wouldn’t change it for the world)
Right now, as I am typing this entry she is screaming at Drew because he wants to share a pringles with her and she wants nothing to do with it. She does not want to share with him. But she did take it from him and wants to eat it all. Between her yells at Drew, she is trying to lick the inside of the container. I guess she needs her salt fix today. I should end this entry and go help Drew with the verbal abuse he is getting from the animal, his little sister. I need to be a parent again and not just an “on-looker”
At the end of the day, B, Birdie, Miss Berkley (whatever I want to call her) is my little feisty, dirty faced, crazy wild curly haired, attitude talking little animal and I love her to pieces.