Margo, Margo on the Wall
Saviours come in many forms. For some, it's Jesus. Others, it's shining knights.
My saviour is the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
When all else fails, when tears are streaming down Margo's face and cries are deafening my ear on whatever side that I'm holding the girl, there's always the medicine cabinet mirror.
I don't know when it started; everytime that I went in to the bathroom to wet a cloth, Margo's eyes would be drawn to the white knob on the cabinet. My daughter, however, is a cautious one, and though you could see the wheels turn -- you can tell from the clenched fists that she's out of her comfort zone -- she only recently lunged toward it and pulled.
Game... freakin'... over... There's no stopping her now. And luckily, it pleases her, whatever the situation.
How long will it last? I don't know. Parenthood isn't so much a chess match, where you can plan ten moves ahead of time, as it is a rousing game of Jenga. You take a block from the bottom, you rear it for it's entire life.
- Michel
My saviour is the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
When all else fails, when tears are streaming down Margo's face and cries are deafening my ear on whatever side that I'm holding the girl, there's always the medicine cabinet mirror.
I don't know when it started; everytime that I went in to the bathroom to wet a cloth, Margo's eyes would be drawn to the white knob on the cabinet. My daughter, however, is a cautious one, and though you could see the wheels turn -- you can tell from the clenched fists that she's out of her comfort zone -- she only recently lunged toward it and pulled.
Game... freakin'... over... There's no stopping her now. And luckily, it pleases her, whatever the situation.
How long will it last? I don't know. Parenthood isn't so much a chess match, where you can plan ten moves ahead of time, as it is a rousing game of Jenga. You take a block from the bottom, you rear it for it's entire life.
- Michel
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10:57 a.m.Argh!!! Cuteness overload!!!
9:46 p.m.
She even enjoys watching the video of herself looking at herself. Got her laughing today. Thanks for catching this on the camera, M!
10:37 p.m.
Michel use to entertainment himself in front of the mirror when he was old enough to stand up from his crib and peer towards the dresser with a huge mirror.
We could always tell when he was awake. Not from him crying for attention, but by him conversing with the image on the other side of the room.
Trouble is, to this day no one knows what he would fabricate when he did this because no one could translate. Kinda like today.
Big Sister is watching you
11:07 p.m.
Gordie's fascinated by mirrors as well. We have them strategically placed throughout the house now.
I also stumbled upon "Wheels on th bus". Don't ask me why, but when he's tired and cranky, I sing it to him and he calms right down. Boggles the mind really, since I'm pretty sure he hasn't ever even seen a bus (or at least never had one specifically pointed out to him) but it does the trick. I'm not going to question it, or try other songs either. it ain't broke. I ain't fixing it. "Wheels on the Bus" it is.
12:50 a.m.
That is priceless, it is so cute to hear her talking to herself and trying to find out where this person is coming from. I love it.
I see that she just about talks, it sounds so close.
4:25 a.m.
She's a cutie!
What was with the forced smile there, Michel?
Eric
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