Only a snippet

salient \SAY-lee-unt; SAYL-yunt\, adjective:


1. Shooting out or up; projecting.
2. Leaping; springing; jumping.

This is only a tiny bit of what our days are like lately. This little one is never still. Not for one second. OK, maybe one second, but that's all. And if you can get her to sit still for more than two seconds, I will stand and applaud your mad skills, because sheesh! She will surely wear you out. So much so that last night, I went into our bedroom to make some phone calls and left Michael to "entertain" the kids. Not  8 minutes later, Miguel comes bursting through the door.

"I'm done."

"Done what?" I asked.

"Done playing with Laynee. It's your turn."

That statement right there about sums up her energy force. All without naps, too, I might add. That's right. She has decided to exercise her right to go nap-less.

Poor guy. I'm with The Tornado all day and he can't even handle what would be less than a legally required 15 minute break if I were to be on someone's payroll. Motherhood's definitely not for the weak.

When I was little, I had a brother who was dubbed "Dynamite" by our grandmother because there was simply no other word for his level of energy. That plus you just never knew when he'd explode with it, thus the name "Dynamite". Too bad we didn't have a crystal ball to look into the future. Then we could have named him Napoleon and he'd be set for life. I'd call him Nappy for short.
By the way, I still have the above mentioned brother. He's all growed up now, but his nickname is no longer needed. It's a good thing, too. I might just have to borrow it and stitch it to the inside label on all of Laynee's dresses.