One Month

Today marks one month since Elena left the last vestiges of baby-hood behind. I have to say that I love having her potty trained. Even with the accidents, even with her need to announce her trips and the seeming inability to go without us responding to tell her it's ok, it's so much better than changing diapers. I'm a little, sad, though, to see this stage left behind. She's growing up so fast. She's brave, and smart, and clever, and into everything. She loves to dance, go high on the swings, fly through the air as I twirl her around. She wants to fly like Tinkerbell does and goes fast on her tricycle down little hills. She has so much energy, jumping around the floor and off the couch and her bed. Half the time she's sweet and caring, showering me with hugs and kisses and saying please and thank you and sorry. The other half she's driving me crazy, running and shouting and crying over the tiniest little thing. I got to thinking about personality colors the other day, and I think she might be orange. She's adventurous and outgoing, friendly with everyone she meets. I'm very blue, though, quiet and sensitive, and I think this may be where some of our head-butting comes from. I don't know how to deal with her when all the energy comes out. I've tried to channel it, but that only works for a little while, before I get frustrated. I'd love to take her out but it's hard when it's hot, you don't have a car, and you don't have spare cash. I just wish I could find something we could do to give her an outlet to her energy without driving me up the wall.