the mixed emotions of mothering

By the end of church yesterday I was convinced that my Azure was Satan's spawn, switched at birth. Some would blame 1 pm meeting time. But I watch the other babies. Many cozy up and sleep when tired. Others are pacified by toys or bottles. Mine pushes, pulls, yanks, throws, exposes, screams and generally makes a scene. And yesterday I was ready to give her back. No refund required.
We came home and by 4:30 she conked. At 11:00 Jim checked for signs of life. Still conked. So we went to bed rejoicing.
When I awoke today at 5:45 a.m. I should have hunkered down for holiday sleep-in. Instead I lay in bed missing my girl. Terribly. Debating a visit to her room. Daydreaming about the rare moments when she leans in for wet kisses on my cheek or bare arms.
I suppose we'll keep her.
Reader Comments (6)
I'd say she looks like a keeper for sure! What a cutie!
P.S. I went to bed thinking about that picture of the kids craning their necks, open-mouthed staring at your mom reading. And wishing I could have been sitting there enjoying that story. It looked amazing. One of my favorite pictures ever, Meems.
Azure is so dang cute! I can't believe she's growing up so fast. (Doesn't it *almost* make you want to have another?)