Turning A Page

In the middle of whipping up some dinner last night for la familia, the baby put her hand on her hip, waved her index finger in the air like a Maurey Povich guest finding out her cheating boyfriend indeed cheated and told me she'd be having none of the waiting game I like to pull on her every once in a while if I'm half-way through tasks of importance during her becks and calls. [That wasn't a run-on or anything.]

So, I got the bright idea to melt one of the frozen, pumped milks I stored a while back. And voila. She took it from the biggest bro like it was a little strange, but went along with it. I think I might be able to get her to try sushi on her first birthday with that free-bird attitude. I like it. I like it a lot. And this very well may open a whole new set of possibilities for me... especially where church is concerned. I have the most fantastic hooter hider I can sit in the back and nurse the baby under - but I cannot even begin to explain how hot it gets under there. Try sleeping all night with the sheets up over your head. It's impossible unless you've taken NyQuil. A lot of NyQuil. Too much NyQuil. So, yay! Maybe we'll get to stay past prayers without having to step out to walk around with the motor mouth baby and actually listen to what people have to say about what's going on in their lives and such. It'll be a laugh a minute. A laugh... A... Minute.

I still can't leave her in the baby nursery. Not with germs. No way. Gross. RSV, people. It's everywhere - even in relatively new, clean-seeming church buildings. I want my child to live, thank you. So, don't be getting any bright ideas about me dropping her off and turning to leave like I'd even be able to pay attention to anything anyone is saying without getting a twitch in my right face.

And here's a pic of the fantastic event


These brothers. It's so sweet how they want to be shown how to change diapers on their own, pick up and hold the baby on their own and drive a car on their own. They are going to be seriously fantastic daddies one day after the age of 27. Literally. 27 and one day. But they'd be fantastic all on their own having had Brent for a dad. He is seriously more than I could have ever dreamed of - the most ideal and perfect-for-me partner to have a family with. We are not without our mess-up moments - both of us - but so many things cause me to fall in love with him more every day - his fathering our children being one of the top on the totem pole. This man - "love" is such an inadequate term. I treasure what he has added to my life. Laughter is a close second. He's the kind of funny where you think later of what he said and laugh just as hard all over again.