To start the week I thought I'd post some randoms, because, well that's how my brain works.
* This morning Liv and I joined my mom for an impromptu trip to Target. {it may or may not have been our third trip in 3 days). Standing in line I realized that I didn't have my debit card. or my target card. or my credit card. Thank god my mom was there to save me. I'm pretty sure I'm already recognized as the crazy lady who returns EVERYTHING, so it would have been mildly embarrassing to add the crazy lady with no form of payment to my title.
* After picking up the same toys constantly, I've added a new ritual to our family's Christmas traditions. We are going to donate our outgrown toys, to other families who aren't as lucky as we are, every year before Santa brings us some new loot. Olivia {as well as Chris and I} are very lucky to have such wonderful opportunities, and I want to instill in our family the desire to help those who have not been blessed in the ways we have. I tried my best to explain this to the little girl, and she was so excited to put all her toys in the bags. And then I tried to take them out to the car. Holy tantrum. They did get taken to the church though, and although she doesn't quite understand yet, I hope one day she will see the beauty in helping others.
* It's safe to say that Olivia takes after me in the sleep department. She will stand at the bottom of the stairs pointing up to her room. When i rock her at night she points to her crib begging to just be laid down. If you say "Livvy are you ready for a nap?", she gets so excited. its as if you just offered her candy. It's a beautiful thing, my little girl loves her sleep and knows when she's ready to call it a day. But? I miss rocking her to sleep in my arms. Miss holding her little sleeping body, her warm breath on my neck. I can't believe that it has been more than 6 months already since I stopped nursing her to sleep every night, it has gone much too fast.
* Tonight, after fighting Liv so hard to get the saline in her little runny nose and then the buggers out, I left the mascara she had gotten into, on her face. I didn't have the heart to pin her back down and go at her with another wipe.
I'm off to bed, like daughter like mother
