Six months later...

Nearly 6 love-stricken, glorious, and exhausting mommy-months later, and I'm finally to a point where, "I must find time to squeeze in a nap today" is no longer the first thing on my mind every morning.  That's not to say that I don't still love getting a nap here or there, but it's becoming more of a treat than a must. That's also not to say that I have lost my daily coffee "must have" because come on now, that would just be too much. 

I also realize that when there's more than one baby, no matter how tired I will be, there simply will be no time for mommy naps. I have faint memories of lying in bed with mom as a toddler for "nap time." Even though I didn't want to nap, and neither did my squirmy little brother next to us. But, it was nap time, and nap we must! My hard-working, likely over-the-top-exhausted mama of three children (whom she birthed in a matter of three and a half years), is quite amazing for doing what she did. Shout out to you mom, you're the best. And, she's still got it! Over Christmas break, we left the two grandkids with my mom for a little lunch date with my Dad. Oh boy.. a 5 month old and a busy 19 month old...

We returned to a quiet house, fireplace lit, and a "mamaw" sipping her tea and reading the news in her chair. The babies? Both napping of course! Seriously impressive, mama. Once a mom, always a mom? I'm still learning this whole mom thing, but what a true blessing to hold that title: mom. Oh, how my heart will sing the day Bonnie calls me "mama." 

Meanwhile, for the last twenty minutes, she has explored every square inch of her crib. She's touched every texture there is to touch, she's rolled and turned every which way there is to turn. I probably spend far too much time watching her video monitor... 

It really has taken this long to feel physically rested enough to take on each day without feeling like a zombie. One of my first days back to work, I remember falling asleep at a red-light during my commute. That 3 o'clock hour hits and the only thing on my mind is my pillow and/or an iced white mocha. These first many months, mamas go into "survival mode." At least, most of us.  That toothless smile, those darling high pitched squeals, that gummy giggle, those deep 'I need you & I love you' eyes,  and those rolly-polly, chunky thighs.... oh man.... that is what keeps us going. That's what keeps me going. 

A'las, she's asleep. Cuddled into her same corner. Dreaming away. I love you sweet baby girl. I love everything about you. Thanks for sticking with me these past 6 months and keeping me going each and every day. You're my favorite.