As I've been looking back and reading past posts of the blog lately, I realized how I've missed having a place to document the typical insanity that transpires in our family. I have a horrible memory and this is the only way I'll remember some of this stuff. I realized that fully today when I had this experience with Leliea today:
We were cleaning out the fridge. I started the job- pulling everything out and really, really cleaning it- when Leilea came spinning and skipping and singing into the kitchen, as girls like her do. She is a really, really good helper, so I put her to work immediately.
I've had my hair pulled back in a ponytail today, with an elastic headband to keep all of the little pieces back.
I am almost completely inside the fridge, scrubbing kool-aide stains, when my little helper starts flipping my ponytail.
L- I love your ponytail, mommy.
Me- Thanks, Leilea.
L- (pointing to my headband) What's this?
Me- A headband.
L- How 'bout let's not wear this when you leave the house, okay? ...but I love your ponytail, mommy.
I don't ever want to forget stuff like that.
