My Girl

Mondays are always difficult, not only because it generally is the first day back to work, but because my hubby travels. Over the years, I have gotten used to the fact that he gone on Mondays. Where I used to hate Mondays, I have grown to love them. They mean peace and quite, a clean house (hopefully) and my own little sanctuary. Of course things have changed over the past couple months and giggles and silly laughter fill my living room, instead of the drone of the TV. Actually, I barely turn the thing on. I find myself making up all sorts of silly nursery rhymes, and songs, softly singing them to my little audience. Let it be said that Nova is probably the only one that loves absolutely everything that comes out of my mouth. She smiles and throws her head back in uncontrollable giggles.

Last night, she was a handful. We went for a walk a about 5pm, where she promptly fell asleep in the stroller. That was a big mistake. At 6pm, we went inside and had a bath and at 7pm, bottle. I just knew bedtime was going to be a fight. She was so wound up and I was the most entertaining thing there was. We ended up walking around the neighborhood until about 8pm. It appeared sleep was not coming quickly to her.

It is so hard to look at this little 15 lb bundle, talking and kicking her arms and legs. I just know if she could talk, she would have tons to say. Bedtime is such a special time, I love feeding her and seeing my reflection in her eyes. At night, when she needs that last little cuddle before she drifts off, her fingers search my face. It takes every bone in my body not to snuggle her closer, but I know that she must fall asleep. My girl.