A Spontaneous "I LOVE YOU"

You know those moments when you're face to face with your child, talking with them or tickling them and you are just overcome with the NEED to tell them that you love them.  There's that pause, that look in your eye and then you say it.  Well this happened tonight.  But Georgie was the one making the confession.  She about melted me...turned my heart into a defenseless little puddle.  We were cooking together, she turned and looked at the side of my face staring into the pot and paused.   I could feel a moment coming on so I turned to look at her.  I expected anything to come out of her mouth.  From "what are those spots on your face" to "you're ugly" but instead, with a smile she grabbed my upper arm, squeezed and said, "Mommy, I love you."   I might as well just give her a box with my heart in it...its gone and completely at her mercy.  THanks for that G!  I love you!

Georgie...with Fever

We're disease infested at our house.  A five year old with 103 fever and migraines makes a mother want to cry, right?  And for five days too.  Poor little guy.  So last night when Georgie fell asleep on the couch at 5pm we began to worry.  Sure enough she woke up around 7 with a fever and asking us to turn off the lights because her head hurt.  We drugged her with some Motrin, put her in a pull up (darn her bed wetting regression) and put her back to sleep in my bed.  After a second dose of Motrin 6 hours later her fever finally seemed to go down a bit...100 or 101'.  With 10 hours of sleep already under her belt at 1am and, despite her ongoing fever, she began chatting with me in her princess voice.   "Mommy, could you get me some water please."  "No, Mommy, you shouldn't leave me to go to the bathroom, I'm too sick...lets just snuggle for a wittle bit."  "Mommy, did you know that drinking water stops the throw up from coming up?"  I wish I could capture her inflections and tone that so define this child.  She tries so hard to be 40 even though she's not quite 4.  After a bit of this I rolled over and asked her to please go to sleep.  A few seconds later I hear this, "No, Pinky, don't run away, your mother will miss you so.  Stay with the princess.  Pinky is so sad.  She misses her kitty cat. And she's so sick."  She's playing make believe with her fingers.

For journaling purposes I've been trying to get some video of Georgie talking and playing to herself.    I've concluded that  her make-believe world is camera shy.  This child talks to herself incessantly, "reads" books to herself making up completely senseless stories as she goes along and is ALWAYS wearing tights and some sort of fru-fru fashion.  And she has also become quite the giggle box.  The slightest bit of humor sets her off into laughter and she is constantly flashing us this, "I-know-you'll-give-me-anything-I-want/I'm-so-cute-and-you-just-adore-me" grin.  She scares me.  And I just want to eat her up all at the same time!  Am I creating a monster?  Out of insecurity I asked her preschool teacher the other day how she behaved at school.  The teacher had never said anything and I was wandering if she was holding out on me.  "No," her teacher said, "she's always good...never even been to time out."   She's good at home too but I sense an inner OLIVIA boiling inside of her.  Soon she will emerge in full force, full of fish stories, sassiness and a "dare to boss me" attitude.  She is the prissiest little Tomboy I've ever witnessed.  And the dream world she lives in now, I fear, will shatter her when real life hits her at 25.  I've decided to start telling her the REAL Grimms fairy tales to slowly acclimate her to disappointment.  But I wouldn't change her for the world.  But for the world, I would stuff her into a bottle to keep her exactly as is, 3 forever,...full of dreams, prissiness and the softest, smoothest, cuddliest little body that God ever conjured up!