Mama Mia, yesterday, about 9PM.A few hours prior, I was telling my husband about Elia's annoying whining, as I headed out the door to take Jadon to football. I needed a break.
Elia's becoming somewhat of a "princess" and very demanding of things going exactly her way. It's her way, or no way. She expresses this with a dramatic, "What!?" and a whine. I'm not having it. She spent a lot of time on the stairs yesterday, serving her two minute time outs. At some point during the day, she was resting cutely, and quietly, on the couch. I snapped a picture because she looked so beautiful. A few moments later, she went away and the drama queen returned. She debated why it was not time for a nap. Cute went out the window.
I came back from football refreshed. I watched my boy happily running drills with his teammates. As I carefully listened, I could hear him giggling as he made a tackle. I stared at the trees and breathed in the crisp, fall air. It was a good break. Joe was putting the princess to bed when we got home. She was whining as he got her ready. I gave her a kiss and she angrily trampled off to bed.
I went into my room and plopped into bed. I was reading and channel surfing at the same time. Mama Mia was on. I'd never seen it and I didn't know anything about it. It didn't look exciting, so I turned the channel. A while later I recalled the channel and saw this....
There I am, blubbering, uncontrollably. Sobbing. I picked up my phone to look at the picture I took earlier, and cried. She's slipping through my fingers, right now. Every day. I can't do anything about it either. It was a gentle reminder to myself, how fast it goes. Today I have more patience for the drama. I'll keep this video on hand, for the next time I need reminding.
