For the third night in a row, we are home . . . without the brothers or your dad. (OK, Smiley was home – but he was sleeping, so that doesn’t count.) I was a little bummed, which I am sure you will understand as you begin to spread your social butterfly wings.
But I know that being home is the best place for you and I right now. We were tired. It’s not like you could go in the bounce house at church or eat candy anyway.
As I finished an email that I was writing to your Aunt ‘Cole, I heard your little cry announcing that you were done with your nap.
Any feelings of disappointment of being “stuck” at home left me promptly. As I put a fresh prefold on you, I was rather amazed that I was truly changing a girl’s diaper. I giggled at myself for lavishing your (perhaps) 8 pound body all in pink – because I used to detest pink! I marveled at the way you bring your hands up to your check, as if to support your face in a thoughtful pose as you slurp up milk, reminiscent of how I pictured you in the confines of my large belly.
I just knew that your little hands were up by your face . . . because that is still where you keep them 11 days later.
You are so pleasant, Naomi.