revelations

There are so many times that I look at her and just see perfection. What a little miracle. There is no greater joy than these little moments. I am so greatful that I see that. I am so greatful that I am not a mom who chooses career over kids, or has issues that could seperate me from my kids. I am so greatful to have a testimony and to acknowledge that right thing and pursue it.

I have been thinking lately about quiting my job as hairstylist at the Salon. I would still do it at home of course but I would just remove myself from the Salon atmosphere. I love the atmosphere thought. I love my salon, I love the people I work with. I couldn't ask for a better place to be. I always thought (before I was a mom) That i would be one of those who would always work in teh salon, no matter what. But now, having a child and another on the way, I live my life as worthily as possible, I try to be the best person I can. I know in my heart that I need to be home completely. This is such a hard decision for me. A true sacrifice that I would need to make. Giving up my love of hair in the working world to work as a mother, raising my children. I truely believe that my blessings will be even greater once I make that sacrifice. It is just so hard executing it.

I just look at my little peanut and see her playing with the dogs. Feeding them a pretend soup where the haircomb is the spoon and the lid to the waterbottle is the bowl. She shakes her fingers at the dogs and plays "mommy". She jibbers and then says "do do do" That is what I say "Don't do it." instead of "no no no." So her interpretation is "do do do". I see her holding a conversation with bo. He sits adn listens, but i wonder what he is thinking in his head. He can't understand a lick of what she is saying, but he is sweet to lay by her and look at her.

I put the safetly lock latches on teh DVD cabinet yesturday. She has been obsessed with picking out a DVD to watch. She pulls them all out to look at the animals and what not. Then she brings it to me saying, "this". I say in return, "Madagascar?" and she replys with enthusiasm, "Yeah!". Like it was my idea. She is a funny one that Allisandria. She does the same thing with her wagon. Since it is Hotter than Haiti's here, we don't get out much in the summer. She will sit in her wagon and say "this". I reply, "wagon?" and she says with enthusiasm, "Yeah!". So I wheel her around in the house. I think that thing has seen more miles in the house than on the streets. That will change this winter.

I love it when Dave comes home to see his family. I am sure sometimes he dreads coming home to the nagging wife that is stressed, but I am not that way all the time. I can imagine how excited he gets to come home and have his little girl run to him. I love it when I come home from work and see them playing. He loves to lay on the ground and Allisandria bounces on him. North joins her as he stands on his chest smothering his face with Northy hugs. I couldn't ask for anything more.