What She Shovels

In the middle of uploading pictures from our lazy Saturday, Tweety woke up for about the 10th time since I put her to bed a little after 7pm. I know it’s completely normal for 14 month olds to drop a nap and only take one, but it seems a little cruel from someone who only takes 2 45 minute naps to begin with. Ahem. A least bedtime is pretty fast and she’s been sleeping through to 4 or 5am, resettling and waking for good between 7 and 8am.

Anyway, back to those pictures. We took a walk this morning and let the husband sleep in, then puttered around the house. Tweety took her nap, then Gosling and I took ours. While we were resting, Husband decided to build a structure [this is where a picture would go] using all 1000 Kapla blocks in the living room. He had a grand ol’ time building it and the kids had an even better time knocking it down! [More pictures]

I’m nearly completed with the 1st sock of the next pair I’m knitting for Tweety, using yarn Ruth [link] gave me. [Another picture] I also agve up finding two willing sock models and took a picture of the matching pairs I made the kids [Yes, I took a picture of that, too].

So why aren’t ther any actual pictures? Well, given her dad had patted her back to sleep every single time, I was feeling a little guilty. So I abandoned the pictures, laptop, half the bindoff row remaining, and came to see what all the fuss was about. After Thursday’s loooong morning/night/whatever, she’s popped out 3 eye teeth, and that last one is a’comin’.

As soon as I picked her up, she calmed and quieted and nestled her head into my neck. She flopped about for a bit, so I settled into the rocking chair and her arms fell limp as she finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

I’ve been sitting her in the dark, at midnight, for half an hour (well, it’s gotten later – not stayed midnight), rocking, listening to her breathe, smelling her hair and feeling the blond curls on her head (oh, and pecking this out on my phone, another 20 min). This is one of Those Moments I’ll miss when she’s 3 and too busy and 13 and too cool.

She drives me crazy in ways I never thought possible, and yet I love her so much it hurts.

This entry may self destruct in the light of the day when I regret not having used it for sleep.