Thank you Mickey.

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is a show on Disney that I so very thankful for.
This is where you may expect me to go on about how I sit my child in front of a television and expect it to babysit her.
Wrong.

My baby has always been a wild spirit.
Since the moment she was conceived, she's been up to nothing but trouble.
I got my first sprout of morning sickness at 7 weeks along and I thought "Oh this sucks, thank goodness I only have to do this for a few mornings in the first trimester."
Needless to say I was sick all day every day from that first day on to the very day I gave birth. (That was a lot of days.)
I'm not exaggerating either.
I'm talking about frequent dehydration, hospitalization, and medication (that didn't work).
For the most part I did it alone.

My mom always did a great job of taking care of me when I was sick. She never just stuck us in bed and let it work itself out. She was a very good nurse to sick kids!
My husband--not so much.
He was more used to just being stuck in bed waiting it out. Plus he likes to fish-- a lot. So most days of the summer and early fall I spent with my wild child just me and her and the toilet.
This continued through my whole pregnancy thrown in with depression and a torn placenta that lead to what was supposed to be bed rest. The bigger she got, the more she moved, the more easily I lost my lunch. (or breakfast, or dinner, or snack or whatever it be)

Then when February rolled around I was ready. Not her though... she was cozy causing me all of that trouble and she didn't want out any time soon. I stayed at 1cm for a month and then even for 5 hours after I was induced on my due date. 
Trouble, trouble, trouble that girl was to get out.
Then she was here and I felt like every agonizing moment of pregnancy was worth it.

and she didn't sleep at night, didn't nurse correctly, had acid reflux, baby acne, and a slew of other problems that I'm sure every mother endures to some level or another.

I knew she was/is going to be a handful.

and she is.

This girl has got to have what she wants, when she wants, and how she wants or else your in for a pretty hefty temper tantrum (and she isn't even 1 yet.)
Adeline is a strong spirit, and I know she always will be.

I wouldn't have it any other way.


The love I have for her is indescribable, but I assume if you are a mother you know exactly what I mean.

Any little moment I can get a kiss, a cuddle, a hug I take advantage.

But my little one? She's got things to do, places to go, and people to see.
No time for cuddles.
She's been that way since she was 4 months old.

That--my friends is where Mickey comes in.
That mouse gives me 20 minutes of sweet bliss every morning.

If you know my Adeline, you know she doesn't stop.... except when Mickey is on.

That's when we sit in my rocking chair, she puts her head on my chest, and we watch Mickey Mouse.
Still, quiet, warm-together.
for 20 minutes.

and those 20 minutes are what I live for.
They are mostly spent thanking God for each passing moment while I stroke her hair or kiss her head.

and then of course "Hot Dog" comes on and she has to get up and dance.

Thank you God for giving us Mickey Mouse Club House in the mornings.