I have no beautiful pictures. I have no eloquent words. I only have this:
I woke up this morning to the sound of my little one making noises.
This isn't unusual.
What was unusual is that the noises sounded closer than normal.
She was talking to herself, as she does most mornings when she wakes up, but she seemed...closer.
It was still an hour and a half before I usually get her from her bedroom, so I figured it was just my imagination.
But, my momstinct (that's the mom instinct) wouldn't let it go, so I hauled my big old pregnant body out of bed and out into the living room. I turned on the light and saw my precious little one sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, humming to herself.
A few thoughts went through my brain:
1. Why is she up this early?
2. Why/How did she get out of her room?
3. What in the world am I going to do about this?
I still haven't figured out number 3.
We decided it was time to wake up after all, since we were both awake. I turned on the radio, as I do every morning. Only this time, I was up early enough to hear Focus on the Family, so I changed the station. Well, that was a new fun trick! For the next few minutes, Gracie decided to change the station of the radio again and again and again...
After a little redirection, we ate some breakfast. A bit later, it was time for a nap. Since she has apparently learned to open her door and has no reservations about coming out, I knew I needed to try something different.
I was going to lock her door from the inside and use the key (the ones above the door) to open it when naptime was over. Fortunately, I had the foresight to try it on the bathroom first. Unfortunately, I couldn't (still can't) seem to get that door open. The key isn't working. Also unfortunately, I learned this lesson AFTER I had put a dirty, poopy diaper on the counter of the bathroom.
I think I have prayed for patience 12,375 times in the last three hours. So far it is working, I mean, we are both still here.
Check in with me again this evening...bedtime might be the death of us all!
Mommies, thoughts? Encouragement? If nothing else, you can pray for a sister, right?