Two

June 9, 2010.

Wow, oh, wow is all I have to say about the night I had with you last night! You would not go to sleep for anything! Your mom, dad, and I were trying to play a nice little card game on the front porch while you were “sleeping” and you kept coming to the door crying until we finally said prayers with you and held the door shut for thirty minutes while you screamed at the top of your lungs because you wanted out. And even with all that, we still had to come get you and let you cuddle with daddy until you fell asleep. AND THEN you woke up at 5:45, but I was sound asleep and didn’t hear you screaming until about 7:15 which, might I add, is pretty impressive ;) However, today was a pretty good day. We got dressed after you had a little nap and took an adventure to Ripleys Aquarium, you weren’t all that interested, I mean a little bit, but what can I say? Neither was I. I would’ve much rather spend my time AND money on shopping ;) I’m sure you would, too. Lol J We took lots of pictures that turned out pretty good! You slept most of the way home, until I woke you up, and as soon as we got back it was time to go back to the “big water” as you call it. And again, we took lots of pictures. When we got home, we all got out showers, and ate dinner. Just you and I ate though, me being a vegetarian, I eat just about as much as you do, which isn’t much. This is where it gets bad L You and I had been jumping on the bed, taking goofy pictures, and running around the house when I laid down to catch my breath.. in the middle of the floor, lol. You decided it would be nice to hit me in the face with a fly swatter, and no I will not hold you to that, but I did cry. L After two time outs for hitting your aunt Lauren, you put on your, nice face and got ready to go take (as I am sure you can guess by now) more pictures. And now I am sitting here, editing all these pictures from today, and waiting on mommy and daddy to put you to sleep so I can leave my room. That sounds pretty bad, but it’s not so much. I like to get away and mess around on the computer and have time to myself, listen to music, and write to you ;)

This journal really scares me, to be honest. I keep imagining a really beautiful fourteen year old, miss attitude like me, reading this, and it’s just so unreal to think about. You’re sitting right in front, actually you’re walking away crying because you want to cuddle with mommy and daddy and not me L Well, I think I’m going to stop now. I have to clean up this messy room and pack for Wilmington tomorrow. I love you very, very much. As you tell me “night, night Lauren”, like six times ;)