Tonight in the backyard Wren was yelling at our dog, Mya, to stop eating squirrel poop. It was hilarious! We also went around the yard in a virtual "snowstorm" of dandelion seeds floating in the air picking said "danda wyons." Wren is going through a very counterdependent phase right now. I believe shrinks call it the "separation process" and the rest of us call it the "terrible twos." She wants to help us do everything, which really is more of a hindrance mostly. Except when I'm making dinner and need her to rock her baby sisters swing and talk to her. Or when I have Autumns pumpkin seat in the big part of the shopping cart and Wren is riding in the rumble seat and I need her to turn around and smile, talk and rock her baby sister while I get some shopping done. It makes up for the times she wants to help feed the dog; one piece of dog food at a time.
We have our house on the market. I spend a certain amount of time stuffing mail, toys, stray socks and washcloths into various hiding places and then can't find them again. Most of our belongings are in storage but the few that remain in the house keep getting shuffled in the name of keeping the house staged. It's a huge pain in the ass. But alas, I can't wait to sell this house. It's in a very busy part of the city. We live near a hospital so the siren noise is all the time. Siren noise all the time will make a person edgy and anxious. Give me a home where the buffalo roam and the skies are not cloudy all day....
Autumn is such a sweet and happy baby. She smiles and laughs more in one day than Wren would in a week at that age. I choose to breastfeed. Wren was a marathon feeder. She would languish on my breast for 30-45 minutes. She was a gentle, thoughtful feeder though. Never biting or tugging. Autumn is much different. She's a sprinter. She's done nursing within ten minutes. If you look at my boobs though, it looks like I've been breastfeeding a baby tiger. While she eats, she pinches, kneads and scratches with her sharp little fingernails. And she pops off the boob with a lip smack so loud she wakes herself up. Startled, she looks up at me like I did something, then grin. Even her eyes smile.
My girls. They make me tired. They make me smile.