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Her own terms.

After fun-filled weekends, Mondays are pretty depressing at work.  I miss the hubs and I miss my Buggy.  I know Buggy has somewhat of an adjustment period as well at school on Mondays as well.  This makes me happy.  It makes me feel like she misses us.  You probably already know this, but Bug is an "on my terms" kind of person.  She loves, hugs, eats, breathes, high-fives, sings, and talk...on her own terms.  It can make it quite difficult to love on her.  As her parents, we want the option of being able to grab the kid and smother her with kisses and hugs without getting reprimanded for it.  Unfortunately, the majority of the time, we are scolded by Bug for squeezing her tightly and spoiling her with unsolicited kisses.  Then an hour later, she will come crawling all over you and start kissing and hugging you for no reason at all.  These moments are very rare.


So on Mondays, after having been with her parents all weekend, I appreciate that she misses us.  Sue me.


Last night, Daddy worked yet another late night at work and Bug and I had the entire evening alone.  After a battle in the bathtub due to a new fear of the bath mat, Bug requested that we lay in Mommy and Daddy's bed and cuddle until she fell asleep.  Honestly, my kid is all about personal space.  Who was this kid?!?!  Because these moments are so rare, I took what I thought would be a short-lived opportunity and snuggled next to my Buggy for some Mommy-Buggy time.  :)  Every once in awhile I would adjust my arm from under her head and she would wake up, find my arm, lay on it, and massage it.  We both fell asleep and an hour later, I woke up to Buggy holding onto my arm so tightly.  ::sigh::  ::tears::  I laid there with her for another half hour before moving her to her crib.  Moments like these may be rare, but they sure are sweet when they occur.


No matter how big she thinks she is, she is still my baby.

*The consequence of all this Mommy-Buggy bonding was no dinner for Mommy and Daddy last night.  So, we settled for breakfast sandwiches for a very late dinner once Daddy got home. 

God Bless,
Kat


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