Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Yo, why the fuss?
This parenting thing is a total mystery. We read books, we try everything and you always wonder: Is this okay? Are we creating a bad habit? Is she okay? Is this normal? I mean, there's not a magic formula that works for every baby. To top it off, just when I think I know what I'm doing she changes. For example, the pacifier used to be the most beloved object in the whole house. Now, when I try to use it she spits it out with a large measure of disgust and looks at me like, lady, that thing doesn't have any milk in it- what do you take me for, a fool?
I'll take all the fussing in the world for those quiet, sweet moments where she falls asleep in my arms, giggles and kicks her feet at me, nuzzles her head deeper into my chest, and snuggles up next to me during a late night feeding. She is pretty awesome and I think she wins my heart over more and more everyday. If only we could get her to speak, then she wouldn't have to cry so much.