Thursday, February 23, 2012
clean white love.
it all started with a thud.
i was in the bathroom getting ready when i heard her. a smack against the carpeted floor and a loud cry for maaammmaaaaaa!! in i went to find her there, out of her crib, sprawled out on the floor. and she was crying, but also kind of laughing and i thought to myself: here we go.
after i kissed her owie and dried her tears and explained that we do not crawl out of the crib, we headed off to my doctor's appointment. i tried to listen to the doctor and stifle my laughter as i watched her out of the corner of my eye throwing puffs and goldfish crackers and cheerios at him as he spoke. when she finally started singing loudly to her dolly in the corner, i lost it, and prayed he would find her as charming as i did.
later, she played the guitar for me, in the sunshine of our living room. the melody was made up of strums and smacks and screams and she ended the whole concert from on top of the guitar where she had proudly climbed, a little rock-star for the moment.