Busy Bree

I never thought the day would come that I would whine a little about Aubrey getting around. I remember hearing my friends complain about their kids getting into things and being a real handful once they started crawling. I remember thinking to myself "Stop whining! Don't you know what a blessing it is that they are getting around and getting into things! And look, they didn't even need months of therapy to learn that!"

But today I whined a little.

Lately I find myself saying the same phrases over and over again. Aubrey, we are not going upstairs right now. Aubrey, the toilet it not for playing with. Aubrey, don't pull things out of the trash, that's yucky. Aubrey please leave the door open. Aubrey please stay here. Aubrey, where are you? Etc.

So I whined a little. I whined about not doing my hair for 4 days straight because I can't keep her contained long enough. I complained because she follows me around the house to undo what I've done. I complained because she follows me everywhere I go...even if it's just to the bathroom.

Then I took a breath.

And I realized just how far she's come. When we moved here 7 months ago Aubrey couldn't even get herself into a sitting position. She still played on her back most of the time. Since then she has learned how to get herself into the sitting position, she started scooting. She started crawling, she learned how to pull herself up to stand, and now she is learning how to cruise around furniture. And more importantly, she has gained the curiosity it takes to learn about the world around her.

So, I may still have a few of these days here and there. I may feel tired of chasing. I may not get my hair done or wear any makeup. I may not have a spotless house, or private time. But I've got a girl that loves to be with me. I've got a girl that loves to explore.

I've got it pretty good.