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Toddler Empathy

We had a fabulous day today.

First we went to a “Soccer Tots” demo. We’ve been joking all week about what a 1-3 year old soccer clinic looks like. We imaged half the kids sitting on the floor, a quarter of the kids crying, and a quarter accidentally kicking each other.

Despite my high expectations for humor value and low expectations for organization, the class was actually quite fun for the kids involved.

Baby LOVES kicking the ball around so I was hoping it would be a big hit. She’s been getting better and better at being around new people and today she participated like a champ. A little boy her age wanted to share with her which is just about the cutest thing, but Baby isn’t quite at that stage yet. I was very proud, though, that she managed to throw the ball as well as kick it in the right direction. Here’s another picture…faces blurred to protect the cute little people who aren’t related to me.

After her nap, we ventured out again to check out our local libraries. We have a choice of two and as a Libra I am incapable of reaching a quick decision.

At the library was the calmest, sweetest dog and Baby actually got close enough to touch the dog (though she stopped short of an actual petting)! This is huge for us. Usually she doesn’t even want to be in the same room as a dog, although she is fascinated by plush dogs and dogs in books. All the way home she kept telling me, “Mama, Woof Woof!”

Just for fun, here’s another pic of my cutie:

Finally, at bedtime tonight, my daughter gave me a glimpse of the caring young woman I hope she will become. We were reading Babar, one of her new favorites, and when we got to the part where Babar cries because he misses his mother (who was shot by the hunter), tears started streaming down my little girl’s face. She pointed to me and said, “Mama!” I hugged her and told her that I was fine and mumbled something about trying my best to avoid getting shot by a hunter.

Then I reminded her that the story had a happy ending and asked her if I should keep reading. I made sure to keep my tone upbeat through the rest of the story as we followed Babar’s homecoming, wedding, and coronation. Her smile grew as we continued the reading and then she burst out in applause as Babar and Celeste rode away in their beautiful balloon.

The End.

Sigh…

So, I had two posts planned, one about the new study that says pregnant women can have a couple of drinks and another, ironically enough, about thinking positive.

But I’m not feeling as positive right now. I’m hoping writing this will snap me out of it.

We’ve been staying at a family place temporarily during the house hunt that never ends. I haven’t been as involved as I usually am in the community because I have enough friends who live more than an hour away who I hardly ever see and have barely enough time to keep up with as it is.

We had been hoping we’d find a house fairly soon, but after various VA loan hoops, snags in closing, and more hunting, the whole thing dragged out far longer. Now we seem to have found a house again but since we won’t be closing for at least another month (and with our luck, who knows?), I wanted to try to find ways to get out of the house for some fun with other moms and babies a couple of times a week.

Our local library has a story time, but last week Baby Diva decided to take one of her rare morning naps.

Today was story time day again and I got myself all ready (a spot of lipstick and everything), dressed baby up in a cute orange and black outfit (cause it IS almost Halloween), packed up the bag with everything baby might ever need just in case (sippy, crackers, diapers, wipes, toys, pacis, extra clothing), located all the things that usually like to hide from me (my shoes, her shoes, keys, phone), and walked out the door…

…and one of my cats ran out.

So, I tossed the cat back in, locked up, grabbed everything, walked to the car, opened the car door and saw…

Captain Dad drove off with the car seat today.

Molasses

Everything just takes longer.

Even the smallest errand becomes an open-ended project of significant proportions with a baby. Today I got an eye exam. Super Dad met me at the opthomologist so he could hold baby.