I didn’t go to church today. I was hoping for a morning nap (for The Baby, not me–tho’ that’d be nice), and a quiet moment or two to write something here. That is not to be.
Even when I’m not at church, they call. And they are loving in their calls, and I am glad they call, but am unable to not pick up the phone. And the morning nap lasted all of 20 minutes.
The Baby is currently attempting to call some faraway place where my unlimited calling plan will likely not apply. She keeps pushing buttons on the phone and saying “hello” in her delicious baby babble. She especially likes it when the phone starts beeping because it’s been off the hook. She starts yelling at it and handing the phone back to me, saying “here.”
She’s reached the great age where she thinks she’s talking. She has all these great noises that she puts together and looks at me as though she knows EXACTLY what she’s trying to tell me and doesn’t understand why I don’t understand HER. I wonder if she really is saying, “Mommy, I’m tired of you paying attention to that computer. Please put it down and chase me around the room.” Of course, what comes out of her mouth is, “Ah, ooo, ma aa, oo ah blah maka.”
I cannot believe she is almost a year old. It has gone by so quickly–even as I’ve made every effort to savor each moment. The diapers, the crying, the not-sleeping, the nursing. I didn’t let her needs bother me the way they did with my other two. And still it passes. She isn’t as interested in nursing–she still does–but it is more of either a distraction, or a comfort before she goes to sleep. I don’t know how much longer she will want to be confined by my breast when her world is getting so much bigger. Right now, she’s eating Cheerios off the floor–definitely a third child. The floor is cleaner than most and it is keeping her distracted.