whine.

The amount of whining going on in my home is at an all time high, and I would say I am only 15% to blame. 5% is Andy, and the remaining 80% of the whining is being done by our sweet daughter, Madeline.

The girl is a whining machine. She wakes up whining, continues steadily whining all day, peaking at approximately 3PM. She whines to go outside and whines to come back in. She whines to sit on my lap and whines to get off my lap. She whines to play together and whines because I’m not playing the right way. She whines to read a book with me and whines because she doesn’t want me to hold the book and then she skips all the middle pages and the book is over too soon WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE. The whining only stops after she whines herself to sleep.

By the end of the day, I feel a little shell shocked. Actually by about noon. Sometimes I laugh, like when she throws herself onto the floor to cry for a few minutes (adorable). Sometimes I try to reason with her (this usually makes her whine harder and louder). Sometimes I leave the room (she usually continues the whining, I think because she likes to hear it herself). Sometimes I take her picture to send to Andrew (she hates/loves this):

Madeline crying

I’m assuming this is some sort of phase, associated with her realizing her independence and her ability to control situations, coupled with her lack of napping and possible teething. So I guess unless you guys have some brilliant suggestions, I’m just going to ride the wave. Anybody have any good cheese recommendations to go with all the whine? Or better yet, wine recommendations?

a little calm in the chaos.

Lately, Madeline has been taking these really deep breaths when things around her are chaotic. She takes one long breath in and out through her nose and a look of calm washes over her face. It’s a really impressive skill, for such a little girl.

Today isn’t off to a great start. We’ve all been up since before 6AM. Hudson tried to hunt birds at the feeder again when I let them out. I scrubbed the kitchen and washed dishes, and it’s already a mess again. The family room looks like a bomb went off. Andrew dropped an ice cube down my back, so I threw the sandwich I had just made him into the garbage. Maddie put her hand in the dogs’ water bowl for the one millionth time. She also pulled all the books off the shelf, threw her spoon full of oatmeal at me and onto the floor, pointed to an elephant and said “mama” and currently has her finger up her nose.

I’m taking a lesson from my one year old and breathing. In and out. Trying to regroup. Find a little more patience. Find a little more grace. Find a little calm in the chaos.