Miss Independent

Okay, to start off, I just want to say that I love, love, love Brooklyn. She has always held a little special place in my heart. Perhaps, it's because of how cuddly she was as a baby. I always wanted to hold her and keep her safe. I nursed her for a really long time. I think it was more my fault than hers. I just loved to hold her. So, she's growing up and wanting to do things on her own. I keep trying to help but she throws fits if she doesn't get to do thing on her own.

Today, she wanted a quesadilla for lunch. I had already taken out the hotdogs from the fridge, but whatever. Brooklyn rushes over to the fridge, saying "I'll get the quesadillas (tortillas)." By the way, she is really short and so she can't really reach the drawer with the cheese and tortillas. So, she is inside the fridge, attempting to pull open the drawer while on her tippytoes, when the rail holding the drawer cracks. I was really mad and in my head I was thinking, "Are tortillas really that important that she can't let me get them for her?"

So, that brings us to this evening: bath time. Brooklyn is ready to get out. Sometimes she gets out of the tub by herself, though it is a struggle since her legs are so short and she is a little clumsy. I help her a lot but this time I decided to let her do it herself. She proceeded to get out of the tub. She put her foot up on the ridge midway in the tub. She kept pulling and trying to climb out, trying to throw her leg over. It really looked more like someone trying to scale Mt. Rushmore. I really wished I had a camera. It was so funny. I just had to turn my head and laugh. Brooklyn finally realized she needed help and asked me to get her out.

I guess she's learning to ask for help while I'm learning to let her be independent--even if it comes with a little frustration and occasionally a few laughs.