I wonder what goes through blakelys head. That girl is constantly on the go until she hits the pillow and then she's out. Well, more technically my boob. (Yes I am still breast feeding a 19 month old) She does it just to pacify herself at nap and bedtime. Honestly I really didn't want to stop nursing after she turned one, As a working mother and being away from her all day it was our bonding time. Now she's turning two in June and we have made zero progress. She whines consistently throughout the day, and can't go to bed without it if I'm around. I've asked plenty of friends and family for advice and the "cold turkey" method is easier said than done, Especially when your daughter treats your breast milk like a crackhead. Besides her depending on my slim supply of milk, she doesn't eat. She of course LOVES popcorn but what type of parents would we be if we used that as a meal supplement. I'm sure that falls under Neglect somewhere.
Yesterday we went to the store to get some more laundry detergent (I'm telling you, it's never ending in our house) she of course had no idea whether she wanted me to carry her or ride in the cart so we switched a lot. I must tell you that I am a basket case of anxiety. Crowded areas with unintelligent malingering people really just set me off. I become red and sweaty and my chest gets tight... Really It's just embarrassing. Anyway where I was going with that personal background history is that 8 times out of 10 blakely picks out the perfect place to throw a tantrum. She was screaming No over and over again. Two gentleman came over to see if I needed help with anything... "Yeah if you can take the word No out of her vocabulary that'd be great."
After I cooled down and finally got her to calm down we stopped by the movie section to see what was there. She picked out Sofia the First, Once upon a time. This is where it tells the story on how Sofia and her Mother became royal. It's funny that this stuff entertains us as parents; It's also pretty sad that we have nearly all the episodes memorized and can sing along with the songs. I guess this sums up our life- watching princess movies with our baby monster and trying to find something she'll eat other than the many varieties of popcorn.
When it comes to playing she's so particular and she has to be wearing shoes, which she changes frequently throughout the day... Her heels, then the boots, then Bryan's sweaty workout shoes, and of course ventures on to my white and tan loafers.
She loves to play babies with Bryan which is quite humorous, she gives him this "baby alive" which the doll is a total freak show. (If I believed toys came to life in the middle of the night to freak out their owners, this doll would definitely do so) The doll cries, laughs, and blinks it's eyes when you feed it; Then like every American once it's over fed, it falls asleep snoring. I tip my hat to the toy manufacturers for instilling laziness at such a young age.
Harley- her "brother" who is really a dog, absolutely loves her and it's so funny to watch him play with her. He'll chase her and nuzzle her toys with his nose. If she bothers him he gets her away by kissing her face to death. When he's bored he'll let her play dress up with him which she takes full advantage of.
Although I may not ever find the answer to what goes through her head. Im glad she is such a ball of happiness and can brighten our day no matter what. She learns, loves, and grows each and every day. It seems as if I'm slowing losing my baby girl in exchange with a "big" girl. I wish she could just remain my baby forever.
Xo
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