I usually relegate pictures of Nellie to posts on general daily life, but not today. Last night Nellie was a very bad girl, an epically bad girl. While I tried to wash away a little stress from a hectic week in a nice hot bath, she took it upon herself to potty in our bed. I was livid, irate, pretty much all things hateful. I wanted to lock her away in her crate for the next three days and just forget about how she'd ruined a perfectly good evening for me. But I didn't. Somehow just an hour after cleaning up the mess, flipping our mattress, and changing the sheets, I wasn't mad any more. Well, I wasn't irate anymore at least. It occurred to me that this must be what it feels like to really be a mother.
Nellie can be the most hyperactive, inattentive, wild, uncontrollable, loud mouthed beast. But, she can also be cuddly, thoughtful, sweet natured, empathetic, and the happiest creature that ever lived. She has brought me such unexpected joy, and I try to remember that when she's driving me crazy. I love our little girl so much, and after only 8 months I can't imagine our life without her. She's our sweet, wild girl and I wouldn't have it any other way. big kiss, bekuh
