Tomorrow... tomorrow you will be a half year old and I will probably hold you too tight, cry like a crazy person, carry you everywhere, and sleep with my nose deep in the fat folds of your neck to get a better whiff of your fat baby scent... That toxic concoction of breast milk, sweat, and Johnson's baby lotion that make the bewbs explode and my hormones rush with wants of babies, babies, and more babies please!!!
You are such a big girl now sitting up by yourself and jibber jabbering to anyone with an ear to lend. My heart breaks at the thought of you thwarting my advances of kisses one day, such as your big brother does now... but for now, I love how you rest your head on my shoulder and pat my face when you're cuddly and tired. I love the big happy googly eyes you give to your brother when he's ignoring you, because that boy? That boy hung the moon and you want the whole world to know it. I love how when you see bewbs in your face and you've been screaming to nurse that you giggle. I love how you reeeeeeach for the cereal bowl and spoon when you think Daddy's not looking (and he's obviously not feeding you fast enough!) I love how you attack your wash cloth when I try to wash under your big fat baby chin. Most of all, I love you. you're my big baby, my princess ruffle butt, my Lillie Rae of sunshine and I love you with all my Mama heart.
The sweetest baby I ever did see.
Hard to believe I wrote that 2 and a half years ago. Again, why do they have to grow up? Why can't I have about five more of these hidden in my pocket to nibble on and cuddle? Somebody lend me a baby, mine's not a baby anymore (or so she told me last night.)
Her eyes steal my heart! What a gorgeous baby girl and trust me, I don't say that often! LoL. I feel the same way, I wish I could have about three more just like my son :( He's only two but I cry at times like he's 18 and leaving home already :(
ReplyDeleteOh, she uses those eyes to her very best advantage. I found out from my Grandfather today that she'd eaten TWO hotdogs upstairs just by telling him that I don't feed her. Little fibber!!! Those eyes alone will get her anything and everything she wants.
ReplyDeleteMy son has me crying the same way as you do your son. Lawd help us poor poor Mama's when they really do leave home!