My Infant Baby Has Hairy Thighs.

I think the baby honeymoon is over. I have had a couple of days with the girls and it has been no walk in the park. Grace and Ruby are back to their normal antics, eating water-logged pretzels and filling cereal bowls with honey while I am upstairs trying to stretch out my morning sleep. I trust they are safe and behaving, but only one of those is usually true. Lillie is still full of gorgeousness and even a night of fitful sleep (not even 1 solid hour at a time last night) can't deter me from LOVING her, kissing! kissing! kissing! her, and unraveling my impatience faster than it takes to stride from my bed to her crib.

It's the little things I will remember forever. The way Ruby's toenails curl a little bit on the right side. The smell of Grace's little kid sweat. Lillie's hairy thighs. Her body wrapped tightly in a blanket, her mouth in an "oh" shape, not making one tiny sound. The way the low light of nighttime spills across her face, her lips, and it's only her and I. In the dark silence of night. It's something that's taken me all these years and three little girls to appreciate. That newborn-baby-nighttime thing.

I cooked dinner last night. Ya. And I picked up Grace from school with Ruby and Lillie in tow. I am proud of myself! Now if I can only get the baby section of my brain to reattach itself to the rest of my brain, that will really get me back into real life. Generally, I space out when people are talking to me, I don't answer my phone much, and Grace and Ruby's bedtime keeps getting EARLIER. I even go to the baby section while grocery shopping when I don't need anything.. just to peruse the wipes and binkies and whatever else will remind me of her. What can I say? I love my life.