Vexing

I have to laugh thinking about the little things that Claire does that "vex" her dad. ("Vex" is a favorite word around the McIntyre house. I can't remember when or why we started to use it, but it makes an appearance at least once a week, sometimes more.)

Claire just learned how to turn the TV off and on. She doesn't even really realize that she's doing it because she's not as fascinated by the TV flashing on and off, but she is magnetically drawn to the teeny blue light on the Power button. (I'm constantly amazed at the tiniest observations little ones can make.) I'm just waiting for the day that Scott is in the midst of an intense moment in his favorite racing game only to have Claire turn off the TV...hee hee....

Claire also loves to kick her legs...almost constantly....while laying on the changing table. Today I was particularly entertained listening to Scott trying to get her tights back on....hence the reason that she only dons outfits with tights on the weekends when I'm around the patiently push her wiggly little feet in and scoot them up her chubby little thighs. He got the job done, though. Ah, the things a dad has to learn to do for his little girl.

Of course, Claire vexes me sometimes, too. For instance, today I wanted her to wear a headband with bow. Unfortunately, though, I haven't been having her wear them much lately, so she was having nothin' doin' of keeping that headband on, no matter how many times I pulled her hands down, saying "Oh, such a pretty headband" with my most excited, encouraging face. Guess I'll just have to keep trying.

What I've Got

I should be in bed right now, but you know how it is. I sat down to check Facebook for just a few minutes, and now, more than a few minutes later, I'm feeling moved to write after having spent the last 20 minutes reading a random blog that an acquaintance whom I never talk with anymore had posted on her FB page.

I have a confession to make: I've had a bad attitude as of late. Maybe you already knew this, so it might not seem like much of a confession to you, but I'm admitting it without trying to cover it with excuses. Tonight I'm telling myself that I'm going to get over thinking life isn't fair and quit thinking about the things I want but just can't have right now.

Instead, I'm going to focus on what I have here and now. And I must say, some of it is pretty good. I've got a living room floor strewn with dominoes, tiny striped socks, pillows, a pink sock monkey popping his head over the edge of the toy tub, a stray mitten, and a few cans of vegetables (long story, but let's just say that Scott gets creative in seeking ways to keep Claire busy during the day). Just a few hours ago, the most adorable little girl on the planet was crawling around amidst all that stuff.

Now that adorable little girl is all snug in her crib, sucking on her orange paci, peacefully sleeping away 11 hours or so while her new front tooth continues to push its way through. She's happy and healthy and thinks I'm the best thing ever. How can I be sure of that, you ask? Well, I don't see her doing the "I'm a little bird, flapping my little arm wings, trying to take off up into your arms" dance when you walk in the room :)

I've got a 4th block class full of freshmen who don't act like crazy monkeys between 1:45 and 3:15 each day.

I've got a good audio book to listen to on my drive in the morning, and I'll enjoy creamy, vanilla flavored coffee while I listen and drive.

I've got an amazing husband who loves me in spite of my incredibly moody moments.

And I've got a warm cozy bed that I will now crawl into. Good night.