For the Record

I spend a lot of time blogging about my precocious, strong-willed, seven year-old. She has a habit of pushing all my buttons (with alarming accuracy) and, well...we haven't been known to be the best of friends. I tend to share the more aggravating experiences because they just happen to be funny.

Today, however, I thought I'd share a few things. You know, for the record:

Typically at night, as I tuck her in bed, she will give me the strongest hug and whisper, "Goodnight mom. I love you. See you in the morning." And even though there's a strong possibility her tenacious grip has less to do with me and more to do with delaying the closing of the door...I have to admit I love those hugs.

Yesterday she asked me for a drink. As I walked to the kitchen she said, "Oh, mom? In case I forget, thanks for getting me a drink."

Randomly she will tell me I'm an "awesome mom" or that I'm "the bestest mom ever".

She runs and fetches things ALL THE TIME. Diapers, garbage bags, thermometers, shoes...etc.

She will do all sorts of crazy things just to make her little brother laugh. And he laughs a lot.

Her sweetness is abounding. I just love that girl.