samanthakayne

'ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.'

it's a bowie kick, what can i say. it could be far far worse, my children.

life has a funny way of throwing you curveballs. parenthood is a big one. i've spent a lot of my life with kids - always other people's before now, of course. but i've taught, nannied, babysat, tutored, you-name-it. nothing prepares you for the wonder that is your own child.

being smiled at (or in the general direction of) will make any number of screaming sessions just disappear. i think that's what gets me is that she doesn't annoy me. well, yet. i mean, she just can't. the only time she cries is when she needs something, how on earth could i begrudge her that? she's wet/poopy? we get a new diaper. she's hungry? hello, boob! lonely? we can do snuggles. any time, baby, any time.

what amazes me is that no matter how tired, hungry, etc I am, when I hold her - I get at least as much comfort from the experience as she does. she soothes me. and i know she doesn't know it and even if she did she doesn't have enough brain cells firing all at one time to do it intentionally at this point. but there is something about the weight and smell and feel of her that does something beautiful for me.

i love my girl.

i'm blessed.