My little G is fabulous, stupendous, and I love her fit to burst. She is also very very vocal (I mean she is a real gibber machine
"Why? Why?" is her sing song chant, all the live long day, and I feel like Bill Nye the Science Guy explaining why she can't play with the electrical cords ("because the ekeltricity will come and get you!") and why the ice melts all over mommy's bed when she leaves it there (grr!) But when I get to the end of all my patient explaining, usually there is still one last, "Oh. ..........Why?" that lets me know that although she sometimes has words beyond her tender years, she's without a lot of the reasoning that is required to fully absorb the answers to her many questions. I mean, she's still only two and a half.
Lately I've heard of friends who have really been struggling with the health of their daughter, and I know I have so so much to be thankful for, not the least that my little lovey can speak at all. What's the famous prayer? "God, give me the strength to endure my blessings?" So, I'm trying to take a lot of deep breaths, and to share the joy of life with our little Investigator (hence the trips to grandma's) and to remember that this too shall pass-probably much too soon.