My house and all it's clutter is really starting to get to me. I'm not kidding when I say I have collected and thrown any 2 garbage bags full of old, broken, or missing a piece toys. However, I still don't' see a difference in the amount of stuff she has. I hope Sanat can control himself and not bring her a ton more stuff.
Last night we went out to dinner with some friends and their 5 month old daughter. I had forgotten how tiny a little baby is and how good they smell and how precious their cute little smiles are. Her dad said to me "Doesn't this make you want another Sheri?" I said no but deep down in my heart... it did. I have a hard time remembering my daughter when she was that little. I do remember my favorite times with her...... her last bottle before bed. Her and I would sit in her bedroom, rocking in the chair. I would be holding her and she would be gazing at me while having her bottle. If I spoke softly to her, she'd stop drinking and grin at me and melt my heart. I would sing to her or tell her a story and she'd listen intently.... staring deeply in my eyes. The time goes by so fast. She was born, changed my life, I blinked and now she's seven. It's not fair. She still loves to be sung to or be told a story but the days of her drowsily, sitting in my lap are over. Here's an example of her growing up and getting sassy. Last night's conversation in the car between her and Gary (who had said something that was wrong):
Hannah: "Dad, admit it... you are wrong!"
Gary: "Ok, Hannah. You're right. I was wrong. I guess I'm pretty stupid."
Hannah: "Yeah, well, Dad - go somewhere else and be stupid will you?"