My closet? Looks like
My linens need to be washed.
I have a game-night par-tay here on Friday night, and prep to be done for it.
I have homework for my Thursday night class to be done. Here it is Thursday--not.done.yet.
I have two bathrooms that need cleaned in a major way.
However, all those things I need 'to do' don't seem all that major in the grand scheme of things this week.
You see---I've been playing with my girl.
I swear that having a baby is good for your soul, man. It's good.
And see? I now have a baby who can play. She loves to jump. Good Lord, does that girl like to jump (thank you Jumperoo---or for working arms that can assist her in jumping). She also loves her toys. Anything that squeaks. Makes sound. Crinkles, or rolls across the floor. She loves.
She also loves all Mac's toys
She giggles when you smooch your face in by her ears. She giggles when you bring her feet up to your mouth and squeel, "Poo-tinky! Poo-tinky!" (don't.ask.) She grins from ear to ear when you sing the "Do your ears hang low" song (you know? Old school Barney-style).
She full on belly laughs when Mac barks. Which is all too often. She sits there and stares at him wherever he is in the room, and he comes up and lays between her legs and flops upside down.
We play airplane.
She smiles because dude, she's flying high. How fun to be a kid again. And I? Get nailed with drool in the face every.time. But I've been covered with much worse things in my short mommy life. Trust me.
I'm teaching her what a kiss means. I lean over and whisper "kiss", and she pulls her head forward with her cute slobbery open mouth, closes her eyes as if she's waiting for it---and I plant one on her. One day? She'll be giving me the kisses.
We read her peek-a-boo books. She always braces herself when on everysinglepage, I open the flip-up page and in my highpitched
She says "Da-Da" over and over and over again all day long---and every once in a while, I lock eyes with her and say very seriously, "Ma-ma". She looks back and with her little half snarly smile (which I swear she got from my husband), she'll whisper, "Da-Da" as if to spite me. Such a funny kid.
I have a really content baby. I mean, seriously---she rarely cries. She's happy 97.65% of the day and when she's not? She's either hungry or tired--both of which I can pretty much fix. [Don't hate me too much--my kid doesn't "sleep through the night" still. Ok? Hey, at least she's awesome during the day. I'll take it.]
I've always enjoyed her. Always. But this last week? Maybe even more so. I just feel like I have a little more balance back in my life by relaxing a bit with my facebook and twitter addictions. I never, ever ignored my kid to do any of the above [nor do I think any other moms who use them do]---but it definitely was a distractor at times for me. I want her to remember me as the mommy who would roll on the floor with her, and wreck my hair in the process--because who the heck cares?! Its just hair. Not the mom who stops and tweets it all.
And seriously? While this sounds really silly---I MISS twitter. I have a group of momma's on there whom I adore. Give me awesome advice. Have my back. And? Are just pretty much hilarious. I'm not gone for good--from either of those sites. But, leaving them completely alone for a little while is definitely giving me some perspective.
Now, if you'll excuse me I have a bouncy little girl to go play with.