//My Sweet Little Love//
who has discovered she loves being held…
//Proud Grandparents again//
Well, this morning *big yawn* I slept in late because dear Zoe kept me up at all hours of the night. I’m not sure what statement she was trying to make, but poor mama is exhausted. She woke up every 1-3 hours, sometimes to eat, sometimes just to look around at the big, dark, snoring world. But she didn’t want to lay in her crib when she was looking around at the big, dark, snoring world. Oh no. She wanted to be held. Can’t say I blame her for wanting to be in the cozy bed with mama and daddy, but still… So at the wee hour of 4:35 -because the baby was wide awake – I went out into the kitchen, trying not to be as cross-eyed as Zoe used to be, and packed Ben’s lunch and got the coffee ready to brew at 5:50am. Then I went back to bed. I tried to sleep in this morning, but Cupcake was wide awake again just after Ben left for school. I was so tired I could hardly take care of her, and quite disheartened that Ben was no longer at home to keep her company. So, at the beautiful hour of _____ , when Zoe decided to wake up yet another time, I finally drug myself out of bed and started my day. Or, should I say, continued it… It began at a rather early hour…
So there you have it – a mama’s day [and night] in a nutshell. Only wish the sleepless nights would feel like a nutshell instead of a bombshell. I don’t do so well on little sleep. But then she’ll look around with her big blue eyes, her head just bobbing away, and I can’t help but giggle and kiss her chubby cheeks. I’d feel like a million bucks if I’d have a full night of sleep, but I’ll take my sweet little baby over a full night of sleep any day!!
//because I stole some pictures off of jana’s site, i thought i should honor her with a picture//
I’ve been talking German to the baby, which is what I grew up on. I’m *ahem* a little more rusty than I’d like to admit. Sometimes my sentences end in English because I can’t remember the German words. Ben said last night that poor Zoe is all confused – we spoke English to her the whole time she was in the womb, but as soon as she comes out we speak this foreign language that she’s never heard. Ah well, she’ll soon learn. And then she might be bilingual.
//the same with ervina… such graciously generous sisters I have//
//last but certainly not least, my other sister//