This morning Avelyn slept in and I got to play with Jolie all by herself for about an hour. It was so nice and made me realize how little I get to enjoy just her, without the frenzy of her older sister running laps around us.
So here’s to Jolie, my funny little blue-eyed girl. She eats everything she can get her hands on, she loves it when Avelyn rides her like a donkey, she is crawling everywhere and eating random pieces of lint off my grungy carpet, she is loud, she wrinkles her nose when she laughs, she’s still only got two teeth, she has three doughy arm rolls left, she locks herself in the bathroom then cries for rescue, and her favourite foods are ham and berries.
Not to be forgotten is Avelyn. For all my griping, she is turning into a lovely little girl who is figuring out how best to deal with her complicated emotions in a complicated world. She calls me Momma, she loves playing with her sister, she only likes to wear skirts and dresses, her favourite flavour of ice cream is chocolate, she loves belting it out along with Taylor Swift while we drive in the truck, she is tall and lean, she creeps away by herself and finds a quiet corner of solace before she poops in her princess underwear, she thinks vegetables are unnecessary, she loves bouncing on her “jumpoline”, she hasn’t napped in years, she loves books, and her curls get tighter everyday.
I am so blessed. Tired, impatient, and grumpy at times, but graciously blessed through it all.