I finally came up with a really great one that was going to be about this loving mother (that'd be me) writing these precious little letters to her darling angels that would be signed at the end with "Forever, Mommy". Nope! Name was taken! And I was all...
Really.
Back to the drawing board.
And then it hit me as I listened to Kylee cry over something so silly and (excuse me) STUPID, that it hit me. Every day, there's a new saga. Something new she is either totally and completely amazed by or something she is totally and completely broken-hearted by. A friend described her as "feel all the feels". Amen, sister! (shout out to you, Emily!) So here we are. The Daily Saga. It's life with 2 dramatic, "feel all the feels", emotionally charged girls. But in totally different ways. Kylee is outgoing, wears her heart on her sleeve, a comedian and performer. Ryan is extremely sensitive, quiet, laid back. Emphasis on the sensitive. It's super fun, exhausting, and always filled with entertainment.
Ready for the daily saga?
Today, the TV did not get turned on. No child had an iPad or iPhone, no video games were played.
I know what you're thinking. *Sarcastically* "What an accomplishment." And I say to you, you must not have children...
Instead, we cleaned up our house, organized the desk area, did some laundry, hung some things on the walls, packed up the baby swing (insert mommy tears >here<)...it was awesome! Lunch time hit early for us and Travis decided to make some sandwiches. Kylee ate her leftovers from last night. Despite declaring at the table at dinner, "Mommy this is absolutely delicious!" She ate none of it. So leftovers she had. Travis asked what she wanted to drink and he promptly filled her cup up with her requested Sprite...with ice.
Y'all. She cried. Buckets of tears. Because if you know my child, you know she does not like ice. In anything. Just don't give it to her! And because there was ice in her drink, the world would cease to exist. So I did what any mother who really doesn't feel like listening to her child cry over some stupid ice in a cup would do. I got the ice out. Travis and I ate our sandwiches. Kylee sat and played. And again, we did what any parent would do when their child BETTER eat their lunch. We got up from the table, took Ryan into her room and left Kylee sitting there. All by herself to finish her food. And again, the world was ending. It took her another twenty minutes to eat approximately 8 teeny tiny bites of chicken, but she ate it! And the world began to spin again.
Fast forward. Kylee had gone to play at the neighbor's house with a couple of dress up rings on her finger. She came home all upset because she had lost one of them. So as I stand in her room, hanging up her clothes that I had just washed and dried, she tells me she "lost it and it's gone forever!" She also told Travis that "maybe a bear came and got it". But that's beside the point. Travis decided the only way to cheer her up was to serenade her on her brand new karaoke machine.
Here's how that went:
Awww! Sweet, laid back Ryan admiring her father's singing.
Annnnd Kylee. Who couldn't wait for the song to be over.
Nobody feel bad for her. She's happy as can be now at the movies with her nana seeing Annie and being loaded up on M&Ms, Sprite and popcorn. And while today has been the most productive, exhausting day, Travis and I will get to enjoy a date night out. Dinner, maybe a movie, maybe we will just sit at the restaurant and talk because you know we don't get to talk at all without being interrupted with, "Hey mom! Hey dad! You know what?" followed by 30 long seconds of nothingness. Because all she wanted to do was hear herself talk.
I love that girl of mine. Even in her most dramatic moments.
Until the next saga...
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