June 23, 2016

The First 430 Days of Joy

I am a lousy blogger, a disinterested housekeeper, and a fair-to-middling mother. What I think I excel at are procrastination and being a Grandma, which is the best gig ever.

All of that being true, let me tell you about one of the little rays of sunshine in our lives.

Here's a retrospective of our Beatrix's first year, the one-woman wrecking crew with a smile that will melt your heart.

Beatrix Rose is 430 days old. Yes, I know, that's some odd math I'm doing. I had promised her mom, Tammy (my gorgeous stepdaughter), that I'd blog about her "1der Woman" birthday back in April, but procrastination and life got in the way. I guess late is better than not at all.

The name Beatrix means "she who brings happiness" or "she who brings joy". This girl is living up to her name. She's a treat, and has her mother wrapped around her little finger...and the rest of the family curled around her other chubby digits.

Beatrix is a "rainbow baby" - a baby born following a miscarriage. After baby Taylor died, the family needed some joy in their life. And what better way to make a family happy than to add a little sister to the mix?

She certainly has my number. She's pretty adept at using her cuteness to get her way. She is happy more often than not, and easily flashes her pearly whites for the camera (when she's in the mood to be compliant).

Beatrix is extremely efficient at cleaning all the food off her plate - by dropping it on the floor for Murphy, the dog to eat. That dog is better at floor cleaning than any Swiffer (though the Swiffer has never left a deuce on the patio).

I have been fortunate enough to watch Beatrix on a semi-regular basis. Though it's not following the rules of the house, I like to hold her and talk to her and sing to her when she's getting sleepy. Now, she may be going to sleep as a self-defense mechanism to get away from the horrible way I sing, but I prefer to think that I soothe her and comfort her into a level of well-being that she drifts off to dreamland.

The last time I watched her, The Boy asked why I wasn't putting her in her crib for her nap while Beatrix dozed against me.

My response? "I have this day. I don't know how much longer before she will not allow me to snuggle with her and help her get to sleep. I am not missing this for the world."

Beatrix has started walking now; soon she'll be running behind her brothers Seth and Russell, and chasing them...and catching up to them. It won't be long at all. Until she starts rejecting my offers of snuggling and ear-bleeding singing, I'm going to take every opportunity I can to suck up all the sleepy Beatrix time I can.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for joy, too.

1 comment:

  1. I am so glad to hear about Beatrix, and about how much you're enjoying her. Granddaughters only get better. My Riley is 10, and she's the light of my life.

    Keep holding her for as long as she enjoys the snuggling, but know that other joys will replace it, once she gets too big to hold.


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