In Action

After a week of inaction. Sorry about that. I don't know what possessed me to take so many nights off from photos, blogging, responding to emails. But I'll admit it felt good. I hit the pillow by 9 or so every night. I haven't done that since I was a little kid under my parents' roof. For reals.


We had a good exhausting week here. Someday I'll tell you all about it. But for now... a picture of our little daredevil. This one never takes a day off. Bleu is our nonstop Go Girl. I'm doing all I can to keep her from racing up and down the double flight of stairs, to embrace her signature brand of dramatics, to get her to sit at a table long enough to eat, to keep her from jumping off her brother's bed, to coax her into falling asleep in her own without a parent nearby to offer comfort, to convince her to voluntarily turn over an item without pouting for 5 minutes. She is the polar opposite of Buby at this age, and none of our genius tactics of then work now. She challenges me in a good way.


Bleu won't officially turn 2 until the end of April, but already the wee one is strong willed, competitive, testy. As in, if you told her not to touch a burning fire and explained why, her first response would be to put her hand smack on it. If you took her hand off in a panic, she'd put it right back on. Off. On. Off. On. She craves reaction while chuckling obnoxiously. She has to experience everything for herself, and then decide. That's just her nature.


She's crazy intelligent though, has a silly sense of humor that will light up an entire house, is so sweet and fun to be around, freely gives her love, has started to speak in sentences, and is stuck on me like Elmer's super bond. Except, of course, when I ask for a hand in a busy parking lot. Then it's Miss Independent.


P.S. Yes, I know all of our wall frames are crooked. That's Bleu, too.