More Than Any Other...

I love my baby more than other mothers love their babies. I must. It's a conclusion I have not easily reached. But if all mothers loved their children the way I love mine, it would be debilitating. I honestly love her more and more every day. And as I tell her, she sure is a lot of work but to say she is "worth it" doesn't do it, or her, justice. 

Sunday is our "family day" and it's also what I tell Juliette is "our best day." We wake up whenever she wakes up. Our morning is on her schedule and there is no rushing and no guilt. When she goes down for her nap, momma starts the cooking! Today was fairly simple as there were only twelve of us for dinner (typically we have up to double that!) so I made 8 pounds of fried chicken cutlet, pasta, homemade sauce. and stromboli. For dessert, I made a mouth-watering recipe that was floating around Facebook (COUSIN KIMMY'S CANDY SHOP TRIFFLE) which called for a chocolate cake, two boxes of instant chocolate pudding, Cool Whip, crushed mini Reeses peanut butter cups and Reeses pieces. It was disgustingly good and I can't wait until I wake up tomorrow and can sneak a bowlful for breakfast!

Seriously? I wanted to skip dinner and go
straight for this.

After we ate, I took Juliette for a half hour walk around the neighborhood in her carriage, along with my cousin and my aunt. Tomorrow she is 8 months old and one would think she would have outgrown a carriage and would want to be in a stroller by now, but not my smart girl. She gets laid down in there and she is like a little queen - she waits for her "pipey" (pacifier), her baby doll, her blanket, and my iPhone playing her favorite five songs (the same ones I played for her when she was in my belly!) and she is in all her glory. I could push her forever and she doesn't make a peep or move so much as a toe. She lays there and looks around and takes it all in until her eyes start rolling and she falls fast asleep. 

She then just played with my cousin and I so happily all evening. She's already been in bed for over an hour and I miss her. I know. That sounds ridiculous. Other mothers will likely roll their eyes at me. (Again, proving my point that I likely love my daughter more than they love their own ;)) But it really is true (me missing her, not me loving her more than any other mother). I think a lot of it has to do with my situation: the fact that I have to share her and be away from her at times despite not wanting to. It makes me want to use up every single minute I do have her. Plus, she makes me happy. Fairly simple, right? We typically enjoy things in life that make us happy and I have found the one thing that makes me happiest - my beautiful daughter. 

So I am ending this Sunday night missing my baby who is just up the stairs and waiting for me in bed - what a wonderful feeling. But I'm not a complete idiot - I am taking advantage of this time to do the bills, get some work done as a head start on tomorrow morning, and half-watch one of the twenty-seven shows I currently have on my DVR.

I love Sundays. Is the next one here yet?

Love,

Momeo and Juliette

XOXO