I find myself torn over Kulia. On the one hand, I love her baby-ness. I adore her gummy smile, her sweet coos, the soft baby fuzz that covers her head and the way she falls asleep in the crook of my arm as if I’m the lap of luxury. But on the other hand, I can’t wait for her to grow up. I find myself wishing for the day when she sleeps through the night, takes a nap longer than 45 minutes, and is able to sit at the dinner table with us. It just doesn’t seem fair that I can’t have all the preciousness of an infant along with the ease of a toddler. And so I vacilate back and forth.<\/p>\n
For example, right now Kulia is happily cooing in her little swing. She has been taking 30 minutes nap all day so I’ve gotten nothing done for the house or myself. Leina is in her crib on her afternoon power nap and oh how I wish Kulia would join her sister. The idea of two whole quiet hours to myself! But then, I turn around and catch Kulia’s eye and she breaks into this big goofy, slobbery, toothless grin and all other thoughts seems to scatter from my mind.<\/p>\n
I know, I know, before I know it, she’ll be walking and talking and I’ll wonder what happended to my sweet little baby. So I guess I’ll stop typing and go bask in her little infant glow while it’s still here.<\/p>\n
Oh man, she just got the hiccups. Can there be anything cuter?!?!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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