My Heart and Soul

Every night at bed time the routine is the same for little L and I. We crawl up the stairs with her paci, blankey, and bubba in hand, run into the bathroom,  she whines a little until I get her undressed, she splashes, plays and makes a mess, then we brush teeth, lotion up and get into comfies. Then, we cuddle. We cuddle and she snuggles into my chest, holds her blanket so tight and tries to fall asleep.

Tonight she was overly tired. She cuddled into me and just when I think she's asleep she pops her head up, touches my nose, giggles and waits for me to say what's next. Eyes... ears... nose... mouth... teeth... hair...  YOU NAME IT, she points to it and giggles each time I say "Good job baby!" I was so frustrated. I wanted her to go to sleep, she was so tired, so cranky and I was thinking... I still had the house to clean, then wine to drink and Facebook to stalk all while watching The Voice. I looked at Lennon and asked her if she was ready to go to sleep now. She looked at me, shook her head NO and laughed. She again, pointed to my nose, eyes, ears... and I played along. She smiled at me, kept saying "Mama, Noooo", "Mama, Eyeeee", "Mama, Eaaaaah"... I melted.

I looked at her sweet smile and I melted. I squeezed her, held her so tight and kissed her cheeks, to which she said "Niiiiiiigh, Mama", then put her head on my shoulder and kissed my cheek back. Little moments like this make me love being a mom, make the world go away and make me realize I take too much time thinking about the world around me and not enough time looking at what's in front of my face.