It works this way. Esther as the 2nd child. I don't think it would have
worked the other way around- personality wise.
When I would read to Grant, he would sit there contently as I made
expressions and inflections and he would smile.
Esther is a whirlwind. She demands to be read to. "Uhhhh
Uuuuh!!!!" is her plea. I had to move the bookshelf out of her room so she
wouldn't jump off my lap and break her neck from all flinging herself in
despair that we can't keep reading and take a nap.
But really- I had time with Grant- he was my first baby, I had time and
attention all for him as he was just patient and content. Esther needed her
personality as the 2nd because there is a toddler and if she's going to be read
to it's because she makes it perfectly clear that it must be done.
She is demanding. That's the word for the month. Okay, and FUN. I can't not
say that word this month as well.
She dances and sings and copies little noises.
Exhibit A:
Her first one was "Uh-oh" and she would say it all day into the
night as this and that drops to the ground- on purpose of course, just for the
joy of using her words! Then lately it's been wagging a finger and saying
"Uh-uh" (meaning "no").
From her curly blonde hair, blue eyes, to her "Mater teeth". Have
you seen Cars? Yes, she has Mater teeth right now. And her fat playdoe feet! I
could watch her all day- oh wait I do and I love it! She is so beautiful and
lively.
She is just full of LIFE.
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Did you know one night I was feeling sad. I was just needing some comfort.
I remember thinking how wonderful it would be if God could just send me an angel to give me a big hug. Guess who woke up not 5 seconds later?
At first, I sigh, going, "You have to be a mom even when you don't
feel like it" to realizing that God was telling me he sent me an angel.
And as I held her and caressed her sweet cheek with mine I felt my Heavenly
Father's love. She is one of my angels.
I'm so blessed to be able to feel her little heart beat so close to mine.
She keeps me on my toes. Especially when she is tired. At church today I
realized she isn't going to sleep as long as we are out somewhere and there are
people. I could persuade Grant with some
nursing but Esther is a different creature. So I brought this tired tired baby
to Relief Society with me (did I mention we have 1 o'clock church- right during
her long big nap) and she's sitting there blowing raspberries, demanding the
lady next to me she must open her bag and see what's inside- which the kind
lady let her look and gave her some snacks- which of course are better than the
snacks I brought her- and then dancing to the hymns.
I don't think my heart can take it. How can I have been so blessed?
I love you Esther girl and can't wait to celebrate 1 YEAR here at the end
of the month!
