That Girl I Know…
May 23, 2016
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My fierce girl even at a month old has defined personality characteristics. She knows what she wants, and often it is to cuddle…at three in the morning when all I can think about is succumbing to my unconscious… But, alas, how can I possibly deny a nine pound being with an expression resembling the finest among the Lollipop Guild fervently and unsuccessfully trying to shove both hands in her mouth simultaneously?
(She has the same hairline too…)
Everything about her has passion and determination; I hope this impulse always stays as the world revolves around her.
Babies her age don’t do much except make the most fantastic facial expressions. The Guild face is a favorite of mine, but I also love her scrunched, puckered mouth with tiny tough darting through; I hope I remember it always.
Even so new, my girl knows when her mommy is not around, and insists I pay the piper whenever I take a few hours to myself, leaving her in capable, yet unsatisfactory hands. She bides her time with the cuddles of others, and insists I not release her from my grasp for the remainder of the day after I return. It never matters that I’ve held her hours preceding my outing; a debt is a debt… If my back wasn’t so sore these days and the cuddling didn’t amount to me missing meals, I’d have no objection. So funny for her to be this attached because she spent months attempting to push her way out my belly, particularly at the very end of my pregnancy.
It isn’t social yet, but the Warrior Queen smiles all the time; sometimes a slight smirk, but sometimes it fills her entire face. She smiles in her sleep, looking at me with wide blue eyes, and especially when I softly stroke her cheek and hair. She also is partial to back or tushie rubs and pats as she drifts off to sleep in my crooks. It makes me especially tickled she experiences joy so easily when so often she has to wait in fits of tears for me to meet her needs…Mr. Man requires attention too, and sometimes his needs are more immediate for everyone’s safety… and sanity…
But, what I love most about my intimate acquaintance is that she is here and part of our days and lives. I’d love a good night’s sleep and it feels like I’m perpetually thinking of little else, but she won’t cuddle and smile like this forever, so what’s a few dark circles and incoherent conversations?