Can't you hear me?

The frustration is slowly starting as Faith is trying to communicate and doesn't know the words to say. She will point and grunt, just as every toddler I'm sure has done, and then get mad because I don't know what she wants. Most of the time if I ask her to, she will go point to what she wants. The other day she wanted to put money in her bank. Her hands say bunny but I see no bunny in sight. Faith, go get what you want. She runs to her room, points up high on her shelf to her bunny bank, and then it sinks in. You want to fill your bunny bank up? Okay, then. I feel like I am playing charades and the game never ends. "Up, Up," she says over and over. Mama can't pick you up right now. Can't you see I am holding your pillow, lunch bag, my purse, Lamby, and my drink and trying to lock the house? I have no hands to lift you up. I love her so much. I love her big bear hugs for me, Bud, and all her toys. I love her kisses that smack me right on the lips. I love the way her hands sign I love you. It is great being a mom.