The Whole Point!

The whole point of this blog is to capture memories of Isabelle while they're fresh in my memory. And yet, I still have trouble logging on to this site to just DO it! I need some self-butt-kicking.

Izzy finally gave me a kiss today. She hasn't given one in about 2 months (I think we're seeing the beginning of the cantankerous 2's) and she just leaned in and laid one on me today! It was amazing. It felt like heaven. I also learned today that she's jealous of my love. We had our friends the Johnson's over for dinner and their daughter, Mackenzie, is 22 months. I was carrying Mackenzie around and dancing with her and Izzy kept grabbing my leg, wanting me to pick her up and love on her too. So I picked them both up and, to my adoring eyes, they gave each other a kiss. I feel for people who go their whole lives without children. They don't have to be blood and you don't have to have them from birth. But just having someone who calls you "Mommy" and feeling that sense of pride is the best thing in the whole world. They bring a joy that I can't imagine existing in any other experience.

Isabelle christened our new house and carpet the other day. One of the funniest things that has happened to us. Here's the story. Izzy had some really bad diaper rash all over her tooshie so I was taking pains to let her bum air out for 20+ minutes after removing a dirty diaper. After her bath one night, I was letting her run around naked in her room to air out. I figured she would have peed in her bath since most babies feel that warm water and just go. Unfortunately, she had some pee left over and she stopped dead in the middle of the room, looked down at her feet, and watched the pee stream down her leg onto the carpet. Damn. I rushed over and stuck a towel under her. When she finished, I toweled her off and took her into our bedroom where Brent was busy putting his clean laundry away. He watched her while I cleaned up the pee. When they came back into her room to get her jammies on, we suddenly noticed that there was a smudge of poo on her butt. We threw the diaper on quick, thankful to get the diaper on before the poo finished coming out, and Brent returned to our bedroom to finish up. From the other room, Brent shouts, "Uh oh!" He had discovered a big, steaming pile of doo doo on the carpet next to the bed. Ha! We don't need dogs; we have a baby to crap on our carpet!

I love you, Isabelle. More than I can express in words. I sometimes wonder how I'll be able to create enough to love to love another child equally. I know it can be done, since every parent comments on the miracle. But I think if you need proof that God exists, have a child and you will see God every day. It's getting to be time to start asking God for another miracle. I'm so excited to add to our family but, of course, nervous about the realities that another baby presents. Time to leave it up to God, be thankful for what we have, and thankful for everything He gives us.