Animal

Amaya and I were having a fairly pleasant morning until I found her licking the mop. The one I had just been cleaning with. Yes.

We’ve been hanging out with her cousins, Taj and Eden. Eden is a total lady. She even talks quietly. Jill told me that she only will wear skirts, and I thought, “Hmmm. I don’t think Amaya has clothes preferences, that much anyway.” Next morning I try to put a skirt on her.

“JEANS! I WANT ONLY JEANS!” Ensue complete tantrum.

I have become hyper aware of Amaya’s loud persona. She yells when she wants something, when she’s having fun, or when she wakes up in the morning. All the time. We tell her to whisper (so Jake or I can still sleep while the other is getting her breakfast) and the first 3 words of her sentence start that way, until they crescendo, as in, “I would like soME GRANOLA PLEASE!”

For church she gets dressed up, and cries when we brush her hair. Although we do the hair brushing every morning, by about three o’clock she looks like a woman of the wild. I often find myself getting a whiff of her afternoon sweat and sticky and reeling a little.

We took the kids to the zoo a week ago and I decided that my animal is still pretty cute. And loud. And ravenous. She ate most of Jill’s snack bag.