Right now I am grateful for this little relationship. Lizzy and Molly. It seems to get stronger as time goes by. Molly adores Elizabeth. I think in her little 2 year old mind, they are best friends. Molly now gets locked in her room at night. She knocks in the morning when she's ready to come out. Don't think less of me. Before that, she was waking up every night (we don't even know what time), going downstairs and climbing in bed with Lizzy. Lizzy would just move over and let her stay. Every morning when the kids go to school, Lizzy kisses Molly. If she forgets or is running late, Molly cries...alot. When the kids come home from school, Molly squeals her name. She wants to show Lizzy her drawings, tell her about her day. And Lizzy listens. Lizzy protects her. She plays with her. She gives her loads of attention, and I love it.
I know I talk about it alot, but Elizabeth is a gentle angel. She is easy going, easy to please. She is always the last to choose a popsicle, a lolipop, a candy. She'll take whatever flavor is left. She'll even trade with someone if they decide to change their mind. She's always the last one out of the car. Emily and Alex generally push past her, and she doesn't care. She doesn't get heard as much around here because she is so quiet, she allows herself to be interrupted. When we sit as a family to read together or watch a movie, the others quickly plop themselves next to me on the couch, while Lizzy sits across the room. They'll cry if she takes one of those spots, so she moves. It is SO HARD to balance your kids. To make sure that each one gets what they need. I'm not even quite sure how to do it. I'm going to go give her a kiss.



