Transitions and my 2 year old

It's 3:00 o'clock in the afternoon on an absolutely gaw-geous Sunday during nap time! Woo Hoo!

We went to church this morning, hung out with friends and ate at the good ol' Fuddruckers in town to enjoy some of our "lasts" here in our town we only call "home" for a couple more weeks. Sigh.

I put Little Girl down for a nap and decided to enjoy the weather a little bit, so I brewed some Jasmine Green Tea and poured it over ice in a great big ice-tea kind-of glass, slapped on a tank-top, grabbed my computer, my cell phone, my date book and my "Adoptive Familiies" magazine and headed for the deck to enjoy some sunshine! It is amazing outside today and on day's like this, I find there is no reason to be sitting indoors. Period.

Hubby left last Thursday to start his job in Indy and we are missing him already. Thankfully he comes home for a couple days this week to see us, to break up these next few weeks that we will be apart.

Little Girl hasn't said a whole lot about Daddy being gone - verbally anyway, but she has definitely shown some signs of not being at a total comfort level with all this grown-up transition going on. First of all, Daddy took only the things that were essentials and that could fit in his little Toyota Echo for his trip to Indy. One of those items was the small t.v. from our bedroom that Little Girl usually watches in the morning while mommy takes her time waking up - ya know - at least until the Sun is shining kind of thing. Well, she bops in the first morning after daddy had left and burst into tears when she arrived in our room.

"Where my t.v. go?" she cried.

Daddy took it to Indy so he would have something to watch.

Why?

Don't you think it is nice to share with Daddy?

No. Tell him to bring it back!

Since that day, the first thing she says to him on the phone is, "why did you take my t.v. away? When are you bringing it back?"

Poor girl. We have had so much transition and so many things going on in our lives that I think at this point, she is noticing every little thing that is missing or "awry" in her world. She has also started digressing in the potty training department. I think I can count 10 accidents in the last 2 days. The girl has been going in the toilet like a pro since last September, but lately she has had more set-backs than I would like to count. I literally got one mess cleaned up yesterday, only to bathe her, dress her and turn around to find that she did it again.

Poo-ey!

At one point last night, at 2:45 a.m., I heard her crying across the house. I ran in to see what was wrong and she said her "poopy hurt". She has in fact "done the deed" in her pull-up and I went to change her. Get ready for some TMI - I start looking at it and using the pull-up to see how hard this lump of coal is in her drawers, and she -through heavy tears - says, "I think i have dye-a-meena mommy!" I actually started laughing because that was so stinkin' cute. Even for this non-morning/middle of the night mommy who usually can't focus on "cute" at that time of the day. I think Little Girl thought that if it was in fact "diarreah", that mommy would say "Oh. Ok. I get it. It's just diarreah. I don't need to keep examining here."

She wanted to come to bed with Mommy of course, and I agreed. She fell asleep rather quickly to my delight, however I awoke to "I want a drink" around 5:45.

I quickly got the drink with minimal chatting and told her to go back to sleep. She asked for breakfast at 6:15, but instead I gave her 2 "Boz the Green Bear" books and told her mommy was still sleeping. Somehow she complied and actually slept with me in my bed until 8:30 this morning!

Cue the music at church "Here. Comes. A. Miracle!"

It was blissful. It was needed.

Now, my little girl just needs the reassurance that daddy is coming home soon, our house in Indy will be awesome, She will make new friends, and our church family will love her as much as we do! Thanks Lord. This is all we're askin' today.