My Big Girl Gone Little

So for some reason today I was drawn to my digital frame with a TON of pictures of Regan.  Of course it begins with the first picture minutes after she was born. 

Then the one of her looking over her crib rail on her 1st birthday. (Which I can’t find the photo of right now).

There was the cute one of her around all the Pumpkins at a local Farm Market. 

There is the picture that was taken in Chicago that I never realized was taken of her and I in bed.

So she was just on my mind today.

There are days when I pick her up from the sitter’s and she runs to me calling “Mommmmy!!”  There are the days that she tells me that she doesn’t want to go home either.  Today was one day that I was going to be able to say (quite honestly), “I missed you”. 

Unfortunately, she had more important news for me.  As soon as I opened up the back door, I knew that something wasn’t quite right.  At first sight she had the “Mommmmmy!!” look, then she walked over to me and said “Look”, and she showed me her thumb.  She got a new boo-boo  :(  .   I asked her if she needed it kissed, she shook her head no.  This is the only boo-boo that I see at the time.  I pick her up because she wants me to, and I carry her out to the car and realize as I’m putting her in her carseat and she has yet another boo-boo that is a scrape along her inner thigh, which was right next to me when I carried her.  She never made a noise about it.  Once I got her in the seat and realized it was there I was very careful to not bump it. we get home and she wants to hang out on the couch, she wants to be read to but she also wants to watch the Backyardigans. (All the choices!!) So we cuddled for a little while.

The worse part is coming.  Of course, ‘Cille (Regan’s babysitter) asked Regan if she wanted a bandaid.  Regan said no.  She has never been a huge bandaid fan for some reason (I must have already ruined bandaids for her somewhere along the way).  I know that this scratch/scrape has to be cleaned out.  My choice is always Peroxide.  I know, I suck, what can I say?  I blow on it and try to help some but she ended up crying for literally 5-10 minutes straight.  Which started because she knows she doesn’t want the black stuff (the Peroxide bottle is a dark brown which looks black in waning light). 

I was considerate enough to get her to lay down, watch some Hannah Montana and chill.  Plus I dosed her with some Motrin so that the pain isn’t too bad in the morning.  But I have a feeling that I will be carrying her again tomorrow morning. 

I miss carrying My Little Girl around sometimes but she is getting bigger, that is inevitable.