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Big girls sleep in their own big girl beds


It’s hard to break habits once they start. Giving up chocolate, coffee, smoking. No, I’m not a smoker, but I was just naming a few habits that could be hard to break. I can’t imagine going without the thought of popping a delicately sweet piece of milk chocolate into my mouth and savoring it. The heavenly bitter-sweetness of it rolling over my taste buds, as it melts into my mouth causing it to water even more. The chocolaty smell hitting my sense of smell and…hang on a second while I go get some…

It started about a year or so ago. My daughter had this high fever that I was having trouble breaking. I had taken her to the doctor and she was given meds for an ear infection. But that was only the day before her fever reached 103F. She woke me up crying in the middle of the night. I rushed into her room to find her not only covered in sweat, but she had thrown up all over her bed. She was burning up so I thought what best than to put her straight into the bath. I washed her off, telling her everything was okay. Once she was out and dressed I put her on the couch, gave her something for the fever, then went to change her bed sheets. When I came back she had nodded off to sleep, so I left her there, all snug and warm, tucked into a fresh blanket on the couch.

About an hour later she woke up crying again. Same thing, sweaty and covered in throw up. Another bath and this time was put in my bed. She stayed the whole night without waking and without throwing up, though that didn’t mean I slept peacefully. Her fever had reduced a few degrees, but was still too high. I even made a trip to the Children’s hospital about thirty plus minutes away, only for her to be given a gatorade and nausea meds. She stayed with me that night and the following night, just so I could monitor her fever and be close by in case she needed to throw up again. But ever since then she thinks it’s okay to hop into bed with me, especially when she’s not feeling well.

“Don’t you want to go sleep in your very own bed?” I ask her.

She casually shakes her head while sucking on her thumb. She stares up at me with those bright blue eyes of hers and immediately I thought of Puss in Boots from Shrek and how he would look at people with a cute little pout and those big soft eyes. I could tell I wasn’t getting anywhere. She was winning me over. I had to change tactics. Think of something that may work.

Finally, I had a thought. “I thought you told mommy that you were a big girl.” She nodded her head. “Well, big girls sleep in their own bed. Don’t you want to be a big girl and sleep in your own bed? Mommy’s a big girl and she sleeps in her own big girl bed. You have your own big girl bed too. So what do you say I take you back to your room and put you back into your big girl bed?”

She looks at me and nods her head. It worked! Though for the time being as she still gets up in the middle of the night and crawls into bed with me. This whole big girl thing however, seems to not work so much on her any more. Time to think up of something else to use.

Growing up too fast


My daughter has been taking speech therapy as well as PT therapy and OT therapy. Since I had pulled her out of daycare for the summer, her therapist have been visiting her here at home.

I’ve never seen them while they were working with her, usually I would catch the end of their session. At first my daughter didn’t want anything to do with them. I guess it was the change of scenery, but she knew who they were and have been working with them for months now, so they weren’t total strangers. It took her a little while to finally begin her therapy session and I was there to see what all they do with her.

There was a few games she would play on a tablet and I was quite amazed at how well she was doing. It made me smile so big watching her. I was beaming with joy deep inside, thinking how smart my baby girl is. Then it was time to work on repeating words and sentences. Some words came out clearly, while other words were more of a mumble. Still I could notice a difference in how she talks now from when she first started her therapy sessions.

The other night I was wide awake thinking of my birthday coming up in June, I’ll be 34. But that isn’t what got me, it is the fact that my little girl is growing up way too fast. I started to realize how old she really is and that she’ll be four soon; December. Then not too far from now she’ll be starting kindergarten. I tossed and turned most of the night, unable to sleep. I would see babies in the store and just smile and think how I remember my little girl being that tiny, it seems like it was a few months ago. But just recently I noticed she had grown a few more inches and could no longer fit in a few pairs of jeans.

I’m glad I am able to spend as much time as I can with her during the summer because the time that I’m in school is spent doing way too much homework and very little time with my daughter. We have four more days until we leave for Georgia to pick up my sister, then we’re off to Disney. I know she’s anxious to go and so am I.

Me, grow up?


Sometimes I can see how people would have a hard time guessing my age, especially when I’m with my daughter. Today I took her to get a pair of new shoes; the ones I bought her in mid-August had finally seen their last day. Instead of buying a cheap pair from Walmart I thought about using a half price discount coupon I had at Shoe Carnival here in Bryant. Of course I bought her some girly shoes. But what really got her attention weren’t the bright strips or the gemstones, it was the fact that they light up when she walks.

After purchasing her shoes and putting them in the car, we walked over to Target, which is located a few doors down from the shoe store. The only reason for going to Target was to get her some socks and it was close by. Most of the time if my daughter is with me and it’s around the holiday season and if I have some time, I will take her arou

nd the store to look at the holiday stuff.

I was walking towards the Christmas decorations when I noticed they still had a lot of Halloween stuff out

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Clarence. I pushed our cart down that aisle just to look at what was left and could not help but start playing with some of the things that I saw.
After a handful of snapshots we both decided it was time to go home and Mommy make something for din

ner. On the drive home I started to think of Peter Pan and how he never wanted to grow up. When I’m with my daughter, that’s just how I feel, well, until I have to act like the grown up. Dublin loves to wear costumes, hats, funny glasses, and

masks, so I started putting a few things on her and snapped a picture on my phone to send to one of my sisters for a laugh. Dublin was having just as much fun as I was started pointing out things and I would pick it up and put it on her, snap a picture, email it.