Eden - Fourteen Months

Eden turned fourteen months old two days ago.  In honor of the occasion, I gave her a black eye.

Yep, folks.  That right there is all my fault.  Talk about feeling like a crappy mom.

She was walking around the deck barefoot the other night, and she picked up the dog bowl.  I was afraid that she would drop it on her little foot so I went to take it away from her.  I came up behind her and leaned over her to get it.  I guess she didn't know I was there, and it scared her.  So she lost her balance and fell forward at the same time I was lifting the bowl up... and well... I smacked her in the face with a dog bowl.

Ugh.  I feel so terrible!

So I was thinking about Eden at fourteen months old.  And I asked myself what is one thing that I want to make sure I never forget about her at this moment.  Lots of things, of course, but I love what she does first thing every morning.

I wake up verrryyy slowly in the mornings.  Eden?  Not so much.  She can be snoring one second, and in the very next she is sitting straight up, pointing to Oscar at the foot of the bed and yelling, "CAT!".  It's amazing really.  As soon as her eyes open, she is ready to go, go, go.  I can barely function when I first wake up.  I need time to blink, stretch, allow my brain to wake up.  But Eden is trying to jump off the bed.  So I put her on the floor, and as soon as her feet hit the ground, she walks straight into her room, climbs into the rocking chair, gets a book off the nightstand and proceeds to look through it while I continue trying to force myself awake.  I have a perfect view of her from my spot in the bed, and I lay there for a while just watching her.  Finally I get up, make the bed and straighten the room while she continues to "read", and then I go and get her, and we start our day together.  I just think it's precious how she sits there waiting on me.

I don't know why?  But I love it.

Eden has THE best clothes.  In her fourteen month picture up there, she is wearing another dress that my dad and Susie brought back from Italy for her.  And my mom and Mark went to Ireland last summer and brought her back an outfit.  She wore it on St. Patrick's Day on Sunday.  Seriously?  Getting to wear clothes from Ireland on St. Patrick's Day?  I'm jealous.

The End.