Note to Self: I'm Happy

The baby is working very hard on learning to crawl. Put her on her tummy and (after she has exhausted the amusement possibilities inherent in the carpet/sheet/blanket/etc. beneath her) she will drop onto her tummy and wave her arms and legs frantically in the air. Naturally, this gets her nowhere, so after repeating this a couple of times she gets increasingly frustrated, until she has to be picked up and calmed down for a while. Then Mean Mommy puts her on the floor to try again. LOL I'm guessing it'll only take her a couple more weeks before she figures out that she needs to keep the tummy off the floor and everything else on the floor, to start moving. Watch out then! I don't know whether to be proud or horrified.

The toddler has memorized two of her favorite books: Are You My Mother? and Old Hat, New Hat. She "reads" them to us every chance she gets, with great pride. Then she'll exclaim, "I did it! I did it!" She'll be all beaming smiles and shining eyes, practically dancing around the room in her delight. I love seeing her this excited and proud of herself. It's the coolest thing, getting to rejoice with her, seeing her feeling so confident and happy. Motherhood can be incredible.

We watched Frequency tonight. (Our third or fourth viewing. The husband absolutely loves that movie.) I was thinking, if I had the chance to talk with my 30-years-from-now self, there are only two words I'd hope to hear. "I'm happy." That would say it all, wouldn't it?