Tuesday, August 2, 2011

My Name is Leah

I often wonder what goes on in the mind of my little girl.  I often wonder.   If she could think, this is what  she just might say:

My name is Leah.   I am a baby.   I don't know where I live but I can tell it's somewhere hot.  My mommy and/or my daddy are always with me.  Sometimes, they love me so tight, I think I might be crushed.   And, I am always getting big slobbery kisses from my sister who also loves me an awful lot.  She always smells so good. My brother on the other hand, likes to pick me up and walk around with me then sit me back down again, then pick me back up again, then move me around again......and I love it.   I sure wish I could laugh because he is so funny.

Sometimes, I try so hard to smile and laugh for them I think it might be easier to hold the moon in my hand.  But I do hold their hearts.   I noticed that my mommy cries sometimes and seems pretty sad about me but I want her to know that I know she loves me and she takes such good care of me.  I sometimes get cold when I am playing on the floor and she always shows up with a warm blanket and cuddles me up real tight.

I don't like to be cold and if anything touches me that gives me shiver, I let them know by letting out a big cry.  This is so they won't do that again.   It really makes me mad.  I don't like to cry but sometimes, it's what you have to do.  *sigh*  I also don't like the water much unless its real warm but then again, not that much.  My mommy keeps trying to put me in the pool and sometimes I let her because she gets real excited when I do something new then I get to see her smile.

My favorite place in the whole wide world is my daddies lap.  I can just curl up under his arm and know that he will always protect me.   He worries about me a lot.  He is scared that I will get hurt or scared or lonely.  But not if I have him.  I love his warm calming voice.  He sleeps with me at night and keeps me cuddled and warm and safe. I notice sometimes that he is gone for a couple of days and that's because he is working hard.   He loves my family a lot and wants to make me all better.  I want to tell him that I am ok.   If only I could tell him that.   I think it would be easier to grab a star and make a wish.

If it's a nice cool day, and not very windy, I like to go for a walk.  Sometimes I can hear the dogs barking and the birds chirping and I sure wish I could find them.   I can see the trees blowing in the wind but sometimes it's just easier to listen.  Everything moves so fast and I get real tuckered trying to keep up.  I don't mind if people hold me either.  I guess Im not shy.

When I get up in the morning I like to smile.  I have saved up all my energy all night long so I can smile at my family.  It might only be one but I try so hard to make it a big one.   They all get so excited and kiss me and hug me and clap for me.  I just giggle inside.

I have these pretty blue eyes....at least that's what everyone seems to say to me.  I haven't seen them but I sure do use them alot.  I try to tell my family and friends that I can see them and I am glad they are there. Sometimes it seems like I can't do the things I want to do and I don't know why.

My mommy tends to dress me up a lot too.  I have these silly bows that go on my head but I don't say anything.   I do look pretty cute in them and every girls gotta have a big bow.  Sometimes though, I would rather just be in a onesie that is nice and cool.   I have noticed they like to change my pants too which I don't really care that much for.  They use something that is really cold on my bottom and it really makes me mad.  Keep my bum bum warm!

We go to a lot of doctors appointments too.  Not my favorite but I play along.   The one I really hate is physical therapy.  The lady is real nice and all but she makes me lay on my tummy and for crying out loud I HATE IT!   It makes me miserable but I know they want me to get stronger.  I sure wish it was that easy.  It's so hard for me to do.  My body just doesn't move like I sure wish it would. They have fun toys they want me to play with and I reach out and try to touch them and they get real excited for me.  I seem to have to go to the doctor a lot but I guess it's because they are so anxious to see what I will do.

I want everyone to not worry about me so much.  I mean really, I have A LOT of people who love me and hold me and give me lots of kisses.  I think with all of that love, I could just about do anything.

My name is Leah.