Precious nap time

After a busy morning of work or classes, I come home for lunch to the sweet sound "Mommy" coming from my precious baby. Jogging over to me in her bouncy way, she grunts, "Up!" After which, she sticks her right hand's middle two fingers in her mouth, and left hand down the top of my blouse. 

After the sense of comfort is achieved, Dixie settles in for a good cuddle, during which, she often falls asleep. 

Normally I spend a good five to ten minutes cuddling and holding and kissing her head and face before laying her down in bed.

Looking down at her, I praise God for her, and think how precious she is to me. Unless she wakes up... At which point I sometimes become grumpy at having to repeat the process, because let's face it, putting her down for a nap or going to sleep isn't always as easy as simply cuddling her to sleep, and after she has woken up realizing my intent to lay her down, it is not as easy the second time. 

But when she does fall asleep, and I lay her down successfully, I steal away for much-needed quiet time, with no distractions. 

I've reached a conclusion that I really can't complain! 

Those Happy Times

6 a.m. my cell phone starts vibrating, telling me it's time to get up. "Just a few more minutes!!" I thought to myself, and setting my alarm for an additional 30 minutes.

Eventually, I did get rolling. At 7:45 my husband went to work, and I began thinking about the homework I should work on since the baby was still asleep. I picked up an orange to take to my desk. Then I heard it, the soft cry of my daughter waking up. "I called it!" I thought to myself as I noisily walked down the stairs.

Bath, clothes, and hair combed, I looked at my 18-month-old daughter as she stuffed her hands into her jean pockets and rocked back and forth in her pink boots. She was so cute! 

So I grabbed my camera, I just couldn't resist! 

Life is often hard, and being a mom isn't always fun. You don't get paid, you clean up yucky messes, and you are rarely thanked for all the work you do. But when those little arms reach around your neck and hug you for all she's worth, then you know: this is what its all about.