My child is most certainly my child. She wants what she wants and she wants it now. Sometimes she doesn’t know what she wants. Either way, she will let you know. Even if she is letting you know that she doesn’t know. She isn’t articulating words often. I know she knows how to say things. (She will say them when she wants to.) Her way of letting you know she is not happy is by screaming and crying. Real tears and all. Sometimes it is closer to screaming. You would really think she is hurt. She sounds like she is in true pain sometimes.
Lately, she has decided that she hates bath time. This is weird because she use to LOVE bath time. We use to spend almost 30 minutes in the bath a day. She has a variety of toys and bath books. Everyone looked forward to bathing her because she would have so much fun! That all changed. It has been about a month now that I lost that little girl. She now scream-cries the entire bath ordeal. She refuses to sit. She tries to climb out. It is almost as if you would think the water is too hot or something horrifying like that. It’s not. I assure you. I have tried everything. I have taken toys out, added new toys, played music, given her weird things to take in, sat in with her and changed the time. I am stumped. It is painful. Travis and I switch off. We do it together. We sing and pretend to have fun, even though, who can have fun while their child is screaming and crying? She instantly perks up when I take her out and give her her toothbrush. I never thought I would love a toothbrush so much. Then it is time to put her night-nights on. She hates that, too. She hates the changing of clothes. I have no idea why. We have gotten a little better at that. She likes it when our black lab comes in to see her. I bring her to our bed, with her toothbrush of course. We call Wyatt in. We wait for him. He isn’t usually allowed back in the rooms, so we know we are “being bad.” He comes in and noses at toweled up Vivi. She laughs. She is still a little scared of him, even though he has lived with her since her birth.
If I do everything like a fun game, I find she doesn’t get as upset. She sometimes has her spoon from dinner and her toothbrush clutched in her tiny little hands. We also have doll-doll. We always have doll-doll. This is a doll that we have multiple versions of the same doll. It is her favorite. It is pink, I just have to accept that. She likes pink. Thankfully, she is ok with multiple versions of the same type of doll. After we get night-nights on. We go to the living room. She doesn’t want to play anymore. She wants her books. She showed a love of books from a very early age. Lately, she has really gotten a routine going. After the drama of bath, she becomes an amazingly different little girl. She stomps into the living room to pick out a couple books and takes them to the couch. She tries to hoist herself up. I pull her up with me. We read for a couple of minutes, sometimes seconds. Then she will climb around on the couch and me. This is also her milk time. (I realize this defeats the purpose of the tooth-brushing.) She likes to get new books and takes them between her father and I. She likes to listen and sometimes point. I am not sure when we will get to read the whole story.. 2? 3? I kinda want to know if the bunny finds a home. I love the little things she is learning. The other night she mooed! Out of no where. I wasn’t quiet sure what sound that was until she pointed to the cow. I smiled and told her what a good job that was. We made all the animal noises. Some of them were a little strange. I can even replicate the elephant noise she makes. It is hilarious and adorable at the same time. I love that she learns from different people. I love that she is her own little person with a giant personality.
The traumatic bath experience fades away as we snuggle and read books. I love this time. I will cherish this forever. I don’t know how long it will last, but it will always be one of my favorite memories. She gets sleepy in our arms. She starts to hold doll-doll close and suck her tiny thumb. She then jerks herself awake. She hates falling asleep. She will hurl herself out of my lap and run over to her daddy. My back is killing me from pulling her onto the couch. I will keep doing it though, because she is the sweetest ever in these moments. I will kiss her sweet face. She smiles up at me points at my nose. She likes to point at people’s noses and other facial features. I love when she is still in my lap. This is rare. Vivienne moves constantly. She is never still, until this time. I know I have to make it through the horror of bath to make it to the joy of reading time. She then yells when I put her down to sleep. I am assuming she is scared of missing things like me. She is too tired to fight it though and goes to sleep almost instantly. My daughter is a wonderful, crazy mess. I love every minute of her, but she is exhausting!