When Ali was about a month or two, she earned her nickname, Queen.
It all started with a cake I decided to bake in my haze of exhaustion and nipple pain. This was no Duncan Hines boxed cake, this was a complicated Martha Stewart beauty with home made lemon curd and buttercream and actual vanilla bean pods, it was incredible. Right as I was finishing my signature buttercream swirl, I looked over at my baby sitting in her bouncy seat on the counter, and I could just tell by the glint in her eyes that it was boob-thirty and she was going to start screaming any minute. I said,”look at her sitting there like a mean little queen, waiting to ruin our cake!”
After a while, she changed from tiny queen to booty queen, because this:
Jen and I have recently decided that it’s time to overthrow out queen, she’s old enough now that some of her undesirable behavior has gone from being normal baby stinkeryness to kind of bratty little kid, and we can’t have that.
It’s hard! It kills me a little when I get firm with her and she looks up at me with those big brown eyes welling up with tears, or I send her to her room and I can hear her crying and saying, “mommymommymommy.” I’m standing strong though and not going back to being super lenient, I just hope this battle of the wills between us doesn’t last long because I hate it.
For the fun side of this big kid stuff, Ali said her first super cute thing today. She took the peel off a banana, handed it to me and said, “I took banana clothes off mommy!” There have been a few other little things, like she calls pockets ‘tunnels’, and calls graham crackers ‘cracker bunnies’, but this is her first silly sentence.
The foster care thing is moving along pretty smoothly. If all goes well we will be all certified and ready for a placement by Christmas! Crazy to think how soon that is. At our training this week, which broke my heart a little and made me want to foster as many as we can shove into our house, we learned that they are having a hard time placing infants which is terrible for the babies but will mean our wait time will most likely be short. I guess on that day alone they had 6 placements under 5 years old, with one being 24 hrs old and one being 21 days old. So sad! It does make me feel like this is the right path for us to have more kids though. I get occasional waves of sadness that I’ll never experience the pregnancy and birth thing again, but then I think of all these babies people are just throwing away and I know that small part of having children doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of raising a child.