Archive for May, 2009

The best morning. Ever.

May 22, 2009

This morning I decided to go to work a little bit late. This morning I decided to see what I was missing out on each day as I drag myself out of bed in the darkness and fumble my way around our old creaky house trying to get to work on time without waking the baby.

This morning I got to lay in the bed in the daylight. Her soft skin was pressed against mine and her tiny fingers were tugging on my lips. She looked at me with her big hazel eyes and told me about all of the wonderful adventures she had in her dreams last night. She told me that she was glad I went to work late today. Because I don’t speak “baby babble” she may have said that my breath was horrible and that she wanted a banana, but this was my morning and that’s what I heard.

We played and laughed and I wasn’t sitting in traffic or trying to eat some form of breakfast food while driving through construction traffic. I didn’t have to wonder what time she woke up or if she had enough for breakfast. I had my beautiful baby girl in my arms playing with my tangled curly hair.

We got out of bed when we were ready, not when the alarm clocked beeped to tell me it was time. We ate cereal, we played with the dogs. We smiled. It’s been a long time since I smiled on a weekday morning. I picked up my phone several times trying to call my boss and tell her that nothing could make me leave this house, this moment.

This was MY morning.

I wanted to tell her that I would never come back. That no job, no amount of money, nothing is more important to me than this little girl.

But I didn’t.

I put my angel in the car and off we went… me to work and her to laugh and play and become (somehow) even more amazing.



May 22, 2009

Kaela is adding another word to her massive vocabulary. Let’s see, that makes 3 words total. She is a genious! For a while now, she has said something like “Daaaa” when she is screaming at talking to the dogs. We always corrected her saying “Dogggggggggg”. Then she started calling them “Gaaaaa”. Hmmmm. Then somehow, obviously no thanks to us, she said in her cutest sweetest voice “dog”. Perfectly, not “doga” or “dooog”. My heart melted. Then she said it again. “Dog”. Oh, how cute! Then again. “Dog”. Still cute! Then again, and again and again… Okay, we get it. “Dog”. After about the 50th time….then she started calling me dog (no Devon, it’s not funny!), her blankie was dog, her bath was dog.
Considering how much she loves her dogs, I guess I will have to take it as a compliment next time she calls me “dog”.

Happy Baby

Happy Baby

Photo taken by Kassia Reedy Photography.