A Mixed Bag

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Precious moments, like this one.
Where my little bunny totally ignores the creepy bunny.
Easter win!

We've got precious moments happening up in here. Like her little hands reaching out for me. And the way she smiles when we sing Some Nights together (we listen to the censored version.  there's one word I'd rather RG not hear.  or me, for that matter.  Also, the way the lead singer dances, that's what I look like at church on Sunday mornings.  Sometimes the music just moves you, ya know?).  Her little sigh just before she gives up the fight and decides that maybe sleeping wouldn't be the worst thing ever.  They happen, and usually daily. When her little cheek is next to mine and I think ahead to all the years to come when we'll hug and that same cheek will be smushed against mine and then I die from a heart too full of love and sentimentality.

And then we've got the other moments.  The moments that current moms don't tell moms-to-be.  Moments like when your darling daughter, who has given you 6 nights in a row with a 5-hour stretch of sleep, decides instead to wake up every 3.  Or moments like when you've just changed your shirt, once again, when you get hit with, yes, another round of heavage (definition: baby heaves (spits up) into your cleavage.  Heavage.  You can thank my mom for that one.).  Or when you really thought you were going to sit down with your favorite husband, finally spend a little quality time together, but baby wakes early from her nap and is inconsolable.  Moments like that.

Hard to believe she's 7 weeks.
Even harder to believe that I actually stuffed her into that obviously too-small onesie.
Inconceivable!

Its a mixed bag.

It used to bother me that everyone felt the need to add "but I wouldn't trade it for anything" to the end of any complaining about how hard it can be with a baby.  It sounded like an obligatory statement, that they felt they had to say so I wouldn't assume they're bad parents.  Of course you're not going to trade your child(ren) for a solid night's sleep.  Or the ability to leave the house without a diaper bag.  Or a small glass of moonshine (I was going to say wine, but we're in rural SC.  Gotta keep it real.).  

But now I know.  Those parents were reminding themselves.  That even though its crazy and hard and crazy hard, and sometimes the thought of an uninterrupted dinner out or staying up past bedtime and not paying for it later seems like a holy grail, you really wouldn't trade.  You wouldn't.  Because even though there's the hard moments, there's the other moments, the precious ones.  And they're taking up the most room in that mixed bag of yours.

RG would like you to know that those cutesy blocks over there are made by her Auntie Cara.
She'd also like you to know that Auntie Cara has an online shop.
It's called Everyday October.
That is all.

<3 M.