I can’t believe my baby is five months old! It seem like just yesterday she was a tiny newborn who slept in my arms all day long and spoke to me in faint squeaky cries. Now she is attempting to crawl, she speaks her very own dialect with a vocabulary of almost seven words such as blagnaha, and eigh, and even eats rice cereal—eat may not be the best word—she licks and gargles it, consuming only about a third of the total and spreads the rest on her bib, hair and the breakfast table.
The other morning when she woke up I made a bottle and brought her into bed with me and Jonathan. As I held the bottle in her mouth, my drowsiness got the better of me and I drifted in and out of sleep—good for me (after twenty four hours of cooking, cleaning, entertaining, diaper changing, feeding and burping, mothers tend to sleep whenever they can) not so good for Kylie. Every couple of minutes my hand would fall and the bottle would slip out of her mouth. Kylie was quick to remind me of my neglectful behavior with an obviously fake but remarkably effective and soon to be trade marked angry cough. “Ahem,” was actually one of the first words Kylie learned, and though its origins remain unknown to modern scholars it can be roughly translated mean “excuse me, but I wasn’t finished with that, do you mind?” Hearing Kylie’s frustration, Jonny put his hand on mine and held the bottle steady. A then contented Kylie tenderly placed her hands on ours. Our little family snuggled under the covers, lovingly embracing one another until the bottle was empty. Once finished, Kylie looked over at Jonathan who was somewhere between asleep and very asleep and giggled. Recognizing her desperate, albeit cute, cry for attention, Jonny reached over and held both of us in his arms and we joined her in her moment of laughter.
It is these kinds of moments that make me really appreciate where I am and who I have become. I may not have the social life of Paris Hilton, or the bank account for that matter, I may not drive a fancy car or have an important job (of course neither does Paris Hilton). But I don’t care about all that. My life consists of waking up each morning next to the man of my dreams, taking care of the most beautiful loving baby, washing my growing collection of spit-up-stained clothes and finding time for myself only between feeding, playtime, and home responsibilities. I go two and a half days without showering sometimes, my hair remains perpetually up or in a pony tail, I cook, clean, run errands, and go to bed more exhausted then ever. And I wouldn’t have it any other way!! I love my life just the way it is. I never thought I would be this happy and content. I feel as though my life didn’t really even start until I moved back to Idaho and met Jonathan. He really is the best thing that has ever happened to me and together we made the best thing that’s ever happened to us.
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