If you ask me I'll tell you. I'm tired. She doesn't sleep well. She makes me hold her all day. I don't get anything done. The rest of my life has kind of fallen by the wayside. My house is a mess. My laundry's not done. I haven't gotten back into a regular gym routine. All of this is true.
What I won't tell you is...I secretly like it.
If you tell me she is cute I might thank you and tell you she is kind of a stinker. I'll try to be modest. But what I'll be thinking is,"yeah, she totally is, isn't she?"
I am loving everything about her. I love the way she smells. I love the way she smiles when she wakes up. I love the way she tells me sad stories when she stops crying. She says,"ohhh ohh ohh..." I love the goofy faces that she makes.
I love how little she still is. Most of my babies start out big and then chunk up and stay large until they start walking. I love that she is three months old and still my tiny little baby doll.
I love that my family likes to hold her, and her cousins (especially Kylee) will take care of her at family functions.
I love how she looks over my shoulder sometimes and talks and laughs with the angels. I love it when she nurses and gets that milk drunk look on her little face. I love the way she looks asleep on my shoulder
or reclining on my lap
She is my last baby, and I feel like I need to memorize all of the little things. So I hold her more than necessary. And I get less done than I should. I secretly agree with all of the compliments she gets. And dread the day she gets too old to snuggle.
And daily I will fight the urge to dip the child in chocolate sauce and just eat her up!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Posted by sherry at 8:10 PM