Round 2
Hannah is stubborn. Hannah is spiteful. Hannah has a strong personality born to lead and taking orders from people, for her, is not an easy task.
Hannah is just like her father.
I’ve mentioned before that I really hoped that Livie would be more like me. More passive. Not stubborn. Go with the flow. I knew if she was like this she wouldn’t shine as much as Hannah did and that she might have issues with living in her shadow but I promised myself that I’d make it up to her. I’d let her know she was just as fabulous as Hannah even if she wasn’t as funny or outgoing. I’m not outgoing. I would know what she was going through.
Except in the past 2 weeks, Livie has shown us that she is not like me. She is also just like her father. Maybe even more than Hannah is, if that’s even possible. Hubs mom was telling me this morning that Livie pulled something that Hubs used to do when he was her age. She put her down for a minute to do something and Livie was all offended by this. When she said “Ok…come here. Let Nana hold her” instead of coming to Nana…she freakin laid down on the floor…sprawled out…giving her this look…and WOULD NOT COME. Hannah did some similar things like this but never actually did this exact thing. The exact thing that Hubs used to do. I won’t even get into her fits now of throwing things when she’s mad.
So, while I prayed that I wouldn’t have 2 strong, stubborn, BIG PERSONALITIED children…that prayer was not answered. They will bicker even more than I thought. They will fight me on everything, just like Hannah already does. But they’ll make me laugh so much like Hannah already does. They’ll come home with stories about boyfriends and school and dance that I’ll share here and we’ll all laugh together. I’m scared of the gray hair I’ll be getting from these two. I’m dreading the future arguments with Livie I was hoping to avoid with a more passive child. But when I look at the big picture, I’m kind of glad about this. I’ve always hated how passive I am…how I let people walk all over me. My daughters won’t be like this. They won’t take crap from anyone. They’ll be strong and independant.
They’ll be rockstars.
Speaking of rockstars, Livie sang to me last night. Like all night. I decided to get a video of it. Right before she sang she decided to destroy my living room with toys so excuse that mess.
Texas Blue Bonnets
As promised, here are the pictures I took Sunday night. The good, the bad, the crying, the funny….there’s a lot so here we go.
We started off ok. I figured, let me get Livie’s done first since she’ll be the worst to photograph.
She was clearly NOT interested. Like at all.
So she said “Yo mom, I’m outta here. See ya” and took off. That was the end of that.
Now Hannah on the other hand…ham city!
My fav of her. I’m still amazed at how stunning she is. Like seriously, how did we create such a perfect face?
Then little miss I’m Outta Here decided to play nice for a bit and let me get this one of her.
My fav of Liv. Another perfect little face.
And then this happened. No perfect smiles. And yet…it’s perfect. It’s real. It’s our life. Hannah wanting so badly to hold her baby sister who USED to let her hold her and now cries every. single. time. I feel bad for her…but I told her there’ll come a day when Livie will WANT to be around her and she won’t want her to be. She replied “Yeah. I feel that way now.” HAH.
So we grabbed Livie off her lap and just told her to go run around and play.
Livie watched from a much happier spot in Daddy’s arms.
Then I had Hubs take this one. Me with my babies outside on a perfect weather, perfect sunshiney, perfect family day.
Just thinking
All morning I’ve sat here thinking about things. Just all kinds of different things. It’s a mind wandering kind of day.
First I was thinking about my friend I mentioned in the previous post. I’m still so sad for her…and I’m still so angry that there’s not much I can say or do to fix it. I wish I didn’t have this job to be at today…I wish I had someone to be with my kids all day…I want to leave here and be with my friend. I also know though that she probably doesn’t want company. I know I wouldn’t. So then I go back to feeling awful for her.
Then I started thinking about my babies. My 2 gorgeous babies. Yesterday I was finally able to take them to get some pictures in the blue bonnets. Livie is at a HORRIBLE age for posed pictures. Taking candids of her at home is no problem. Setting up a picture? Major fail. I remember Hannah went through this phase til she was about, oh 2 1/2. So yeah, I’ve got another year of this. I miss my baby who would just sit there and not crawl away and smile at me. Now she cries if I set her down to take a picture…or she moves or crawls away. Such was the case yesterday during our little session. She barely sat there and then she crawled away and then cried. It was a mess. I TRIED to get a picture of both my babies together because lately I’ve not been able to get ANY (Livie is in a “I don’t want my sister anywhere near me” phase right now) of them together. That didn’t work. Hannah’s got her in a death hold and Livie is screaming. I did document this but yeah, not cool. Hannah of course did great EXCEPT that we had NO white shoes for her and so she wore these hideous flip flops I tried to hide in most the photos but couldn’t always. So I sat here thinking about all of this from yesterday and I laughed. I laughed because this is real life. The baby not cooperating. Hannah and her diva self picking out shoes that so didn’t go with what she was wearing. Right down to the grass stain she got on her new dress…it was just something out of a fairy tale life.
I think about people I know who would give an arm for a child. I think about people who have lost a child. I think about people who have sick babies. Then I think about myself…how I was annoyed last night when Livie wouldn’t just let me get a good picture of her in these flowers that we only get for a month every year…our state flower. I think about how last year I had this vision of her running through the flowers and me snapping pictures…except she STILL isn’t walking. I think about how all evening long I avoided editing the photos because I just knew I was going to be disappointed. I’m scolding myself because I suck for thinking that. Sometimes everyday life gets in the way of reality. And the truth is, my reality is pretty amazing. Snotty nosed baby pictures and all.
Tomorrow you’ll see these pictures. I can’t wait to show you.
Booties
Said to me by Hannah as we walked into her dance comp this weekend…in front of oh about 10 people.
“Mom, you need to get that booty in shape so you can be skinny like me.”
Photo bliss
I realize that a lot of you aren’t photo freaks like me so you probably have a hard time understanding why taking 150 pictures and then spending time editing said photos is bliss for me.
Oh but it is. It truly is.
I had a session last night with 3 ADORABLE kids. I mean, make you swoon, melt your heart, adorable kids.
So much fun. Few things make me actually want to part with my kids, photography being one of them. Weekend trips with Hubs being another. (THIS COMING WEEKEND! WOOT!) So each evening this week I’ll be working on editing these photos with Livie crawling at my feet and Hannah watching Nickelodeon on our bed. Best of both worlds.
But no photo sessions are complete without pictures of my OWN kids.
Livie turned 13 months on Friday. Like officially over the year old hump. *sigh*
“Yes mom I was just screaming my eyes out. But now I’m ok!”
And Hannah? Well she had fun of her own. One of her friends had a limo birthday party for her 7th birthday. I’ve already let Hannah know that her mother isn’t rich and she will not be having a limo birthday party complete with manicures and pedicures and pizza anytime soon.
See? Bliss.
Oh Em Gee
Last night on our way home from dance (and if you notice I say that a lot because it seems like dancing brings out the stories in Hannah) Hannah told me a story from her day at school. I decided to Tweet about it because it was just that good.
So apparently, when a boy rolls his r’s in a latin way, that means “come here baby” to her.
1. Where does she get this stuff?
2. What does she think “come here baby” means?!
*FAINTS AGAIN*
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