Last night...

Well last night started off normally...put the babe to sleep around 7:00 and then off to do laundry and make baby food...when I was doing laundry i forgot about the sleeping babe across the hall and slammed the dryer door...waking said sleeping babe. Then it was off and on until about 9:00. Then I finally got all the baby food made and cooled and put in the freezer and was going to bed around 11:00 (I know I'm super mom).

Well things went well until 3:00. Then all hell broke loss on Panterra Way. I went into her room changed her diaper and picked her up and rocked her. I put her down and then went and got back in bed. I suppose 30 minutes went by and I was awoken again to her screams. This is probably what makes me different because I was a little happy this time. I knew my plan of action. I went back in and tried the same thing...didn't work...I got even happier. So I put her down briefly and bloody murder screaming ensued and went to the guest bedroom and got rid of all of the pillows. We were going to have a sleepover. Now R-E-L-A-X this doesn't happen that often. In fact we haven't had a sleepover since she was 4 months old...it's a rare thing. I put that little crying babe on my chest and golden silence. She just needed a little one on one time. I mean the serious one on one time that can only occur at 3:30 or 4:00 in the morning. The kind where you feel like you are the only two people up...the best time. I just laid there and breathed in every single minute because I know these moments will soon come to an end not because I want them to but because she'll eventually get too big to lay on my stomach. I don't even want to think of how sad that will be...and I won't...I'll pull a Scarlett O'Hara and think of that tomorrow.

I mean how could you not love every single minute spent with this little babe...

The sleep lost taking in this beauty was quickly corrected by a venti (large) triple skinny cinnamon dolce latte...it was definitely time well spent!