This morning my wonderful, amazing husband got up with the kid while I lounged about for another couple of hours. I read a few chapters in my book, even caught a few more hours of shut eye, accompanied by a fun, silly dream. Then I had to get out of bed, so I came in to get some breakfast. I was quickly reminded why, even after the adorable greeting Rachael gives me in the morning, I love to stay in bed. I have currently been up and about for 1 hour, and have heard the word, "MOM," I kid you not, 387,957 times. Ugh. Some of you with sweet little babies lying in their bouncers or swings may think, "I can't wait for when my child calls me mom." Yes. You can.
Here is our usual conversation:
*Rachael sitting, playing with a toy. This morning, it was Sebastian sitting on a starfish.*
"Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom...." (You may be thinking, "Why not just answer her?" Because sometimes I hope I'll get lucky and she'll forget she wanted to show me something for the 34,598 time that day...) "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. MOM. MOM. MOM. MOM. MAAAHHMM!!"
"Weeeh..." In a nice, sweet voice of an angel while holding up Sebastian. (And no, I have no clue what she means...)
Welcome to my world, people, welcome to my world.
2 years ago