Flower Girl

Symphony so desires to be my flower girl.  She doesn't quite understand why mama and papa can't get married again so that she can be our flower girl (hmmm, this makes me want to have a small vow renewal this coming anniversary, since it will be 10 years...).  Today we laughed pretty good with the following dialog:

Symph:  Papa can you marry mama again so that I can be your flower girl?

Papa:  baby we're already married

Bella:  Papa, I want to be your tree.

Too cute!  I love my babies, they bring us such joy!

So not loving it...

My girls had crazy little habits that soothed them to get to sleep.  Although they were quite strange, they weren't nearly as bad as our papi chulos demands.  

At this moment he is going through separation anxiety that is driving me nuts!  I can't even leave the room without wailing and ear piercing screams.  His latest thing to show me that although he's a baby, he is very smart, is not letting me go when he falls asleep.  I slowly peel one arm away at a time and he immediately grabs onto my other hand or any part of my body that he happens to grasp onto.  

So, as I laid him down to sleep last night, he decided that putting his fingers up my nose was his quirky thing to do.  Disgusting, I know!  Do I let him?  NO, and he throws a fit because I don't allow it.  I think he just wants to let me know that he's thinking far beyond what I am.  He's making sure that not only am I right next to him, but I am breathing right next to him. 

Oh Lord help me with this one!