I’ve spent the last two days with Chatty Cathy chattering in my ear. At least that’s how it feels. (Frankly, I’m exhausted.)
On Friday, I invited her to accompany me to the beach to see the sunset. She quickly accepted my offer so off we went, racing the clock to arrive before the sun disappeared beyond the horizon.
Looks serene, right? It was not. (Fun, but not serene.)
This child only stops chattering when she is singing.
She makes up songs (“Mom is grumpy . . . Mom is lumpy . . . “) and occasionally she makes me laugh out loud at her quick wit.
That’s all she needs. The reinforcement keeps her going until sometimes I snap at her. She immediately pouts and I feel exasperated and repentant.
And then she resumes her shenanigans.
Walking on the beach with this kid is not peaceful. You cannot contemplate anything while she’s keeping up a running commentary.
When I attempt to take a pensive picture of her gazing at the horizon, she busts out the jazz hands. She jumps and struts and runs from my camera (which is really just my iPhone).
That’s why this picture is a minor miracle.
Today had to buy a birthday gift for her friend, so we went to Michael’s.
It was when we were leaving Michael’s that she told me that she requires four things for her life to be complete.
1) To live in Michael’s since it’s her favorite store and has all her favorite stuff. (Rainbow loom rubber-bands and decorative duct tape, for instance.)
2) To become a famous singer.
3) To have a money tree so she can grow her own money.
4) To own a “teacup” pig, which apparently is a really small pig that can fit into a teacup.
A girl has got to dream, I guess. And this girl is dreaming out loud.