So I thought it might be time for an update on our little wildflower.
She is as adorable as you may think.
She is hysterically funny.
Smart as a whip.
And the giggles are the real deal.
However, she can also be a headstrong little thing and has been pushing the proverbial envelope a little more each day since we've met.
Relationally, she has hit it off tremendously with the kids. (Have I mentioned how insane it would have been for just Scott and I to be here with her? Oh my word...we are so boring. What would the poor child think?)
As for her Baba, well he apparently hung the moon. Where Baba goes, she goes. What Baba does, she does. It's all good there.
But Mama? Where Mama sits, she sits on the opposite end. When Mama plays, she sits that one out. What Mama says, goes in one ear (if it makes it that far) and out the other.
Tonight when we were at the restaurant having dinner, she and Caroline needed to go to the restroom. I took them both and Lily finished first. I asked her to wait with me until Carly was done.
Her response? Open the door and make a beeline back to the table (which was a decent distance from the bathroom).
I'm sure she would have made it back to the table just fine but that wasn't the point. The point was "Mama said." So I flung open the door, chased her down, brought her back to the bathroom and said, "We are waiting for Caroline."
Second response? I hear "hrrrmph" and then off she marched again, a little bit faster, back to the table. Half way there I caught her, brought her back and restated my request a little more clearly and a little more firmly.
That did it. She plopped to the floor protesting and pouting but now waiting with me until Caroline came out. It wasn't joyful obedience but it was obedience and it was a start.
We then found the rest of the group and headed home.
I'm not sure what happened from the time we left the restaurant to the time we reached the hotel room, but one thing seemed clear to me...Mama suddenly had earned some street cred.
'Cause from that point on it was "OK, Mama," "Please, Mama," "Thank you, Mama" and the like. And she seemed to really mean it. Like I was growing on her a little.
Baby steps. But I'll take it.