my favorite crooked, broken teeth

While I have been incredibly grumpy for reasons I can't really explain nor want to, Mya has been my little comfort this week. She has been sweet, cuddly and sassy. I can't tell you how many times she has made me smile when I really wasn't in the mood to smile. I know...I know...Tim always asks me how I could want to stay grumpy or mad...but I can't really explain it. Sometimes I am just not in the mood to smile. However, Mya changes my attitude on most occasions (unless she hits me in the face...and that just adds to my irritations). I love this little girl. I love when she comes from behind and gives me a hug and says, "Hug. Hug." I crave the sound of "Amo mommy." I must see her dance at least once a day. I laugh each time she says, "Thank you one." (She loves the number one and adds it to the end of thank you each time. I proudly respond, "You're welcome one.") I love bath time with Mya. We splash and pour water all over the ground and me, and for some reason, I don't mind the mess.

I have said this before, and I will say it again. Motherhood did not and has not come naturally. I admire natural mothers, especially the ones I am well acquainted with. They teach me constantly and remind me that motherhood is different with each person. Mya has helped me love more than I thought I could. Want to pull my hair out more than I ever have. Laugh every single day. And she is constantly helping me stay young. I must also admit that Tim makes me a better parent every day. Since Mya joined our family, Tim has become a fashionista, a hair stylist, a manicurist, a constant chef, and a real live horsey. I admire him. I need him. I love him.

Enjoy the following pictures of our little stinker. Rusty, Whit and Avey came in town on Thursday. Their visit boosted my spirits for at least another month. I still miss them everyday. I was able to catch some cute pictures of our girls even though the lighting was awful. I tried.