My three-year-old left the house at 9:00 a.m. today for camp. From camp, i picked her up to transport her to her best friend's house for the afternoon. I then came home with the intent to finish all of the things around the house that i still have not gotten done. She was gone till almost 6:30! I missed her so much that it was sickening. I did not get many chores done around the house, but i got to spend some majorly wonderful one-on-one time with my baby, something that i'm missing a lot, too. we played; we danced; we shook instruments; we sang; we read; we (unbelievably) did not nap. She said her first real word - the first one that has had meaning. My husband walked out the front door and she crawled over to it and said, "DaDa." I get misty just reliving this right now. I called the family and shrieked our big news!
When my oldest FINALLY came home, at a point where i didn't think i could bear to not have her here anymore, she crashed so hard from her big day that we spent nearly an hour dealing with tears and hysteria. it happens, i know. but, i was ready to send her back at that point!
after the hysteria ended, we were playing on the floor when the baby came over and bit my arm, which is not exactly a rare occurrence. only this time, it hurt! i screamed (not in pain, but in delight!) at the realization that we hit another huge milestone today! her first tooth!!! that teeny tiny triangle jutting up from her bottom gum! Something so small just seemed to jump her up another huge segment of the growth chart!!! As i put her to bed, i rocked this huge baby in my arms. i replayed the last nine and a half months. i had one of those moments of "where did the time go?" but when i saw her tiny eyelids shut and her perfect lips pursed, i just thanked God for each and every one of these moments that we have. as fast as these nine and a half months have gone, we still have eons of time before she's a big girl. i'll take each and every second as it comes!
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