Forty weeks. My mistletoe baby who once danced, hiccuped, and kicked for forty weeks within me...has now been forty weeks outside of me. Her "inside-out" day. She was much quieter then...but much more fun now.
I'm freshly showered after a sun-soaked-poolside afternoon, Nora slumbers sweetly on the monitor, cats frolic, the timer for the diapers ticks...and the night is still. It's a big Friday night. Asleep by 9:00pm is my goal. Just need to stick the diapers on the hot rinse wash...and it's to bed I go. Still contemplating whether or not I should eat the leftover slice of pizza which my aunt cruelly sweetly gave me.
Nora and I spent our day aside the familiar pool, fiesta tiles, and palm fronds of my Aunt Pat and Uncle John's today. Noodle splashed in the brisk water for hours without complaint. She beat her arms madly. Reached for june bugs floating on the surface.
Picked dried plants from the pots. Snacked on oregano and rosemary...and snuck a few bits of dirt in her cherubim mouth, too.
It was a splendid day with my girl. We are at the tail end (I hope) of her teething for a while. She screams me awake four times a night lately...and naps very little.
I wondered about venturing to my aunt's with her sleepy eyes...but as soon as she saw Izzy, and Teta Pat's smile, and Uncle John's spinning wheelchair, all was well in her world.
She was fascinated by my uncle's chair. Watching him zoom through the rooms and around the pool...carrying his pina colada with style. As soon as I put her down on the floor to roam during dinner, she was slapping the slate floor until she reached his feet. Pulling herself up to his knees...asking for a ride (as only those eyes and lashes can ask). Soon, she was pushing his hand off the joystick and trying to steer. It was her screeches and his laugh that I'll cherish.
She continues to amaze us all with her palate. In addition to her scrumptious meal last weekend of Korean kale, mushroom salad, and seaweed...she ate mouthfuls tonight of roasted tomatoes, green peppers, onions and garlic. Particularly fond of the garlic bits and onion slivers.
Hopefully, it washed down the bits of dirt from earlier.
*You can see it right? Her pursed lips are the tell-tale sign of dirt eating. Add in some sunblock and pool water for a perfect mouthful.
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