Lucy is
sweet
funny
adorable
an extreme Daddy's girl (she was born on Fathers Day for heaven sake)
and
stubborn.
Many of our conversation's look like this.
I talk. She makes this face the whole time.
Last night was one of the those "I'm going to put you on the front lawn with a free sign around your neck." kind of nights.
Matt and I don't get out much, but occasionally it does happen.
Last night Matt got to go out with one of his friends to a concert. This concert didn't start till 9:00 pm which meant he would be out late.
That was all fine.
I was able to get both the kids to bed and even have me asleep buy 11:00 which is an amazing feat in and of it self,
until
1:00 am rolls around.
Lucy comes in crying and shouting, "where is he?"
I knew she was talking about Matt.
(If Lucy could compact her Papa into blankie form and carry him around everywhere she would do it in a heartbeat.)
I tried calmly to explain that he wasn't here but she just wouldn't listen.
She began to turn on all the lights and open each door of each room looking for her Papa. All the while yelling "where is he?"
Now this 50% breaks my heart and 50% makes me want to pull out the reserve FOR SALE sign out of the closet.
This continued to Jacks room, the kitchen, the family room, and ultimately the garage.
Lights being flung on an doors being opened and slammed closed.
She was just shy of opening the front door and taking off down the street.
Finally after about 15 minutes of this I was able to not so calmly this time tell her that he isn't here. I didn't have any other answers for her and she needed to stop or I was going to put her in her room and leave her there.
Reasoning with a 2 year old is hard.
Reasoning with a 2 year old at 1:00 am nearly impossible.
But giving her choices helps. And giving her a blankie and bottle helps more.
Eventually I convinced her to let me rock her in the chair and she was out cold in approximately 2 seconds.
Me, not so much it took a lot longer than that.
Lucy is
stubborn
A Daddy's girl
hilarious
so sweet
guaranteeing me sleepless night's for years to come
and
one of the best/craziest things that has ever happened to our me/family
(not that this story highlights this fact exactly)
Just remind me not to ever pray for patience. I can't imagine what would happen if the Lord knew I need practice in that department.
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