Anyway. She's up. Chatting. Singing "La la la la la". Practicing her sprints by running back and forth in her crib from end to end repeatedly. Sticking her face up in the video monitor (aka: creeeepy). Pulling her socks off. Why I put her in socks at night to begin with? I don't know. Mom guilt or something. I'm afraid that without footie pj's her feet will get cold. But if she's anything like me, socks in bed are NOT allowed.
So I see her flinging her socks around her crib.
Seeing that she's still happy and having fun I decide to check my phone for a few things. You know. I'll pull up facebook, or twitter, or instagram. See what really important *eye-roll* things happened overnight.
Check monitor again. Still see her playing. Not a single whine/cry has been muttered.
But I decide she is fully awake now. So I will get up, pee, and then go get her. Which is probably one of my favorite little mom-job's ever. I love opening the door to see her face light up like it's Christmas every time. I know one day she'll be all Mommmmm leave me alone, I don't want to take the bus today so I treasure these moments where she thinks I'm a rockstar.
However, by the time I'm done peeing, the monitor is quiet. Silence. And my little girl is out cold. Again.
Did that really just happen? Blink. Blink. I stare at the screen.
Yep. She's asleep.
How is it possible that something so small, you know, like my kid falling back to sleep after being what I thought was very awake for the morning, make me feel like I won the lottery? I mean. Don't get me wrong. I adore this child to the moon and back. But I am currently blogging and drinking my coffee while staring at her little booty up in the air sleeping. Still sleeping.
This? This is a mom win. And this is the way to start your day off right.
It's the little things.