Four months ago I became part of Willow's world and she became mine.
Four months ago a whisper of a child was placed in my arms... scared and helpless...now a wiggly tittering little 22 month old zips though my home like a flash of lightening. Nothing I perceived or imagined prepared me for the capacious delight this little tot would pour into my life. I am blessed among women!
Willow can say ~ mama, dada, kitty, Piper (Piepa), Sage (tsay), Jack (jaaaaac!), cat, book, Bu (Chinese for NO), bye, Jesus (jejuh), stop it (top it), ju(juice), potty ( poddy), blessing, and is picking up new words all the time.
Willow ~ can color with crayons, laugh, giggle with glee, finger play isty bitsy spider and apples in a tree.... Use tweezers, drag toilet paper through the house, put food in shoes, take every book and magazine off the shelves through the complete house, draw on the walls, climb up in a chair and get things off the table she is not suppose to have, lose my cell phone, call from my cell phone, drink more juice than a whole preschool, eat foreign objects, pee in my shoe, pee right beside the potty, stick raisins in places they should not be, try to charge a Vienna sausage with my phone charger, pour bread crumbs all over the floor and light up the room with her smiles and laughter. Hallelujah.
I didn't do it I say, It was the serpent! ( hmmm is that... chocolate on her face?)
Willow ~ has a slight bottle addiction...
Willow~ is a girl scout, she's always prepared...
she will share with you
Willow is Drunk on Chocolate.... guuuuud
Willow has helpers..... to make a clean getaway.... ha ha ha
Willow is ~ a budding artist...
Willow ~ is a enthusiastic patriot
Willow ~ luuuuuvs ice cream
Willow ~ should not wear head bands like this ( her choice by the way -- she's a rebel)
Willow ~ loves the water, cries when she is tired, cries when she is hungry, growls when she is mad, has a temper like no ones business, can point her finger at you and give you the country, can have anything she wants when she looks at you with her doe eyes, hiccups when she cries.
One of my son calls this "For the Horde". I have no idea what it means.... may be I should look it up
ok.... she's better now
Willow~ loves to be dragged around the house on a blanket...
Willow is my world...
Thank you Lord.