Hold on…I don’t think this post is going where you think it will.
You’ve met my daughter. You know that she is one spunky kid who goes and goes and goes and goes. And then goes some more. For better or for worse I give her full reign as long as she’s not being destructive. So yesterday I was cleaning up the living room (which is the catch-all room where I have the computer, my books, and files) and as I was putting away papers she was emptying my desk drawers. All of them.
I don’t even bother keeping the pantry organized anymore.
And if I turn around for two seconds I’m likely to find something like this:
And while this particular picture is in focus, about 90% of the pictures I take (aka the ones you don’t see) are ones of Elle running away from me or in complete blur from the Non.Stop.Motion.
I have lots of favorite times with Elle. I love when she gets really silly and we both just die of laughter. The past month has been an absolute blast and I’m loving this stage with her. There is constant discovery and constant activity, but the key word is constant.
At bedtime, though, for a few minutes, everything stops. And this is why bedtime is my favorite. Elle isn’t a snuggler or a cuddler and refuses hugs and kisses and the general smothering that I’m apt to do. But at bedtime all bets are off and I can count on this to be the moment of the day when I can love on the babe as much as I’d like.
Last night I held my friend’s newborn babe for the better part of an hour and the baby so peacefully slept in my arms. I couldn’t help think of my little monkey who earlier in the day had left the house in tornado condition. I arrived home just in time for bedtime and we got silly for several minutes but then I scooped her up, turned off the lights, headed to the glider and just rocked away. Bedtime is MY time with Elle. It’s not always quiet (in fact last week Elle literally asked me for more tickles while we were rocking and that became my favorite moment in the history of favorite moments), but bedtime is still my time and sometimes I have to force myself to get off that glider and put her into her crib.
It’s been an impossibly long time since Elle has actually fallen asleep in my arms (above at two weeks), but I’ll cherish those bedtime moments for as long as she allows me to have them. I’m hoping they’ll last for a long time to come.
What’s your favorite part of the day?