It's been a tough few days, actually. I'm not sure what's going on, but Violet has had some massive meltdowns lately. She seems extra excitable and volatile. I try to give her love and understanding, but after an hour-long-tantrum, I'm left with frazzled nerves. She's very sensitive, and hates changes in her schedule. I think the holidays, with all their changes and new activities, threw her for a loop. I hope getting back to our routine will help her settle in a little bit. Wish us luck.
Violet is all about bats this week. We've been reading books and watching videos about them. She can't get enough. I, personally, am getting sick of this song.
Again, me at Piper's age. I was standing. Piper won't even put weight on her legs, that lazy little baby. I try and try to hold her up, but she just giggles and pulls her legs up. I put her in an play thing...it's called an Exersaucer...this round thing she sits in with playthings all around a table top. It's supposed to encourage her to bounce, but she doesn't seem too interested. (No lectures, please...we've discussed this with her pediatrician and are keeping an eye on the situation.)
My mom's probably going to kill me for putting up a photo of her. Get a load of that old clock in the background. I still remember that pink fuzzy robe she has on. It always smelled like my Mama, and I loved to burrow into it when she had it on. Violet does the same thing with my fuzzy robe. She always asks me to wrap her up in it. She pretends I'm a hen and those are my wings, or I'm a mama bat, or I'm a pegasus pony, etc. I hope she'll have good memories of being warm and cozy and safe, too.
Have I mentioned how grateful I am that the girls get along? Sibling squabbles are sure to pop up at some point on the horizon. For now, though-I'm so happy about these giggling, sisterly times.
One of Violet's favorite games is 'tucking the baby in'. She loves to get pillows and blankets out and put Piper on them, then tuck her in. Works for me.
I am amazed at how many heads are cut off in my family's photos. I'm sitting on my great-Grandpa Vinson's lap. This was taken at my grandparent's little general store/gas station. I grew up drinking frosty bottles of Coca Cola out of that big cooler. It seemed enormous to me when I was a girl. All the old men in the area would come by and drink coffee and sit around that gas heater in the lower left of the photo. I remember the smell of that heater, the scent of gasoline from the pumps outside, and the smell of Granny cutting lunch meats and cheeses, and coffee...always coffee.