So here I sit struggling to focus on the journal article analysis I am writing about a research paper on whether or not nurses follow the best practice to administer intramuscular injections in the ventrogluteal site versus the dorsogluteal site (hard to believe I can't focus, right?) and all I can hear is my sweet girl singing in her bed. I go into her room to tell her to stop being so loud because we will all be in trouble if she wakes up Matthew and I hear what she is singing. It stopped me in my tracks because what I heard was "you missed me, you missed me, now you gotta kiss me!" Now I am not worried about this song because of the demand for a kiss but what bothers me is that my baby is gone. I mean she is still with me of course and I'll never stop calling her "Baby" but the sweet little toddler with no ideas about the outside world is gone. I knew this would happen, I just didn't expect it so soon. She apparently also knows the words to "Call me maybe" and Taylor Swift's new song that Claire calls "never get back together song." How did this happen and where did my baby go?!?
Before you go all judge-y on me you should know she didn't learn any of the above from me. We tend to listen to the oldies or kid Cd's or Claire's church Cd's while we are in the car together if we have music on at all. She has a friend at school, who will remain nameless, that must have an older sibling because Claire claims that is who is teaching her all of this stuff. Who would've thought that there would be influences I don't like on my daughter at three years old?!? Again, it's not the content necessarily that offends me so, it's reality slapping me in the face and yelling "Claire isn't a baby anymore!" Well I refuse to accept that and if I don't accept it, it's not really happening, right? Right.
Ah well, back to injections.
