I can no longer count how many times I’ve said “this is my favorite stage of motherhood so far” and I recognize that it’s silly to use the word “favorite” before you can reflect on an experience in its entirety. In spite of all this, I’d like to announce that this is my favorite time with Daisy so far. I am loving this phase because she is now really starting to speak and put sentences together and her personality is shining through now more than ever. Her sweetness and affection leaves me in tears some days. Here are some of my favorite moments with Daisy lately:
When Daisy does something wrong (I.E. throwing food she doesn’t want to eat on the floor) she makes these puppy dog eyes and says “I sorry Mama” then stokes the side of my face, gives me a big kiss and throws her arms around my neck for the most tender hug and I melt into the floor. Her sweet little apologetic voice makes it absolutely impossible to be mad – let alone discipline – Daisy. (I swear I’m trying though!)
Last week, our area was hit with a snowstorm and we found ourselves home all day on Wednesday and Thursday with Daisy. It was a challenge given that both Nick and I had packed schedules of meetings that turned into conference calls but Daisy did a beautiful job of playing independently when she needed to. I would look up from my computer and see Daisy sitting quietly in her play area surrounded by books, pretend-reading with a stuffed animal under her arm. I love so much that Daisy enjoys books without even being able to read yet.
Daisy loved being outside in the snow (which she calls “no”) last week. Soon after she was born, my Dad bought her a designer snowsuit with an outrageous pink leopard print pattern and a fur-trimmed hood which didn’t fit until this year. We suited her up and brought her outside with the dogs to play in the yard one snowy afternoon and she was delighted – though a bit puzzled – by the inches of snow on the ground. We made a snowman, tasted the snow, threw snowballs and attempted some snow angels. Perhaps most charming was what happened after we came back indoors and shed our snow gear: Daisy insisted on dragging her snow suit everywhere for the rest of the day.
We have really loved watching Daisy care for her “babies” in recent months. We gifted her a baby doll at Christmas to help prepare her for the arrival of a sibling and she received another from Nick’s parents. She takes the care of these two babies very seriously, giving them regular naps, patting them on the head, giving them kisses, wrapping them in blankets and singing to them. With just thirteen weeks left until Ella’s arrival (yes, it’s a girl and yes, we’ve picked a name!), we can only hope Daisy’s sweet practicing is an indication of the nurturing to come.
On the Friday before St. Patrick’s Day, Nick and I volunteered at Daisy’s school to help her class make Irish soda bread. It was such a sweet experience, seeing her in her school environment with all of her darling classmates. Daisy’s teacher, whom we adore, pulled us aside to explain that she is one of the most independent and verbal children in the classroom (despite being the youngest and the smallest) and detailed all of the things Daisy can do in the classroom by herself. We loved watching Daisy interact with all of her friends and classmates, taking turns with their works and helping each other.
At the end of every day, the three of us gather in Daisy’s room for our nightly routine. We change her diaper, get her into her jammies, I put lotion on her always-pink-cheeks and then she and I settle into our rocking chair with Nick on the ottoman. Daisy drinks some warm milk and together we read “God Bless You and Good Night” (also known as “the night night book). Daisy knows most of the words now and we have special hand gestures and parts that make us all laugh. When we finish reading, I recap Daisy’s day and tell her all the things she did that made us proud of how smart and kind she is while she nods along saying “good girl”. Then Daisy gives us each a kiss and a hug and we sing our family song as we tuck her into bed. I live for these tender moments that close out our day as a family – and for the way her face beams as we tell her why we think she is wonderful. When we walk out of her room each night, I find myself wishing I could hold onto these moments and this time for always ❤