The Littlest Birds Sing the Prettiest Songs

Have I mentioned that Addie is now completely potty trained?  Now and then she has a bit of a wet diaper in the morning, but for the most part, she fully goes potty according to her own volition now, and hasn't had an accident in weeks.  She's also discovered the joy of dancing (at last!), thanks to a little karaoke machine her grandma and grandpa bought her for her birthday.  So we do a lot of boogeying to "Who Let the Dogs Out" (unfortunate choice of music, but the dance moves are worth it).

And Nolie?  Nolie has four teeth, and laughs her ass off now at the silliest things (me practically screaming "BAH" in her face, her sister running around like a cut-loose goat), and all she wants in the world is to stand up and walk.  The minute you put her on her butt she is pissed off.  You have to sit with her every minute of the day so that she can pull herself to standing until her legs are so wobbly she's leaning back and forth like a building set for demolition, and then she'll fall on her butt, and cry until you've popped her back up.  At which point the wobbling and falling begins again.

It's the greatest, this mom stuff.  I complain about it all the time, and it's so, so hard.  But it's also the greatest thing in the world.  I'll never tire of Addie whispering to me, "Mommy, you look like a princess today," as she sweeps my hair out of my eyes.  Or Nolie finally screaming mamamamamamama.  Those are good things.  I hold on to those.