Nothing better.

The sleeping baby on your chest.

If I could bottle it, I would.

I'd take a sip of the concoction when feeling down, when life hands me a card I'm not interested in, or any time I just need to invigorate my soul.

With the growing baby getting more and more active, these sleepy afternoons are getting few and far between.

But I had my dose for an hour this afternoon and then dad got his.

The stress of a hectic weekend melts away with each breath in.

It makes you forget the outside world for a few minutes and remember what is really important and really worth your time and it's exactly what I needed.

Like mother like daughter.

4 months - Emmie

The Fam.

I'm not talking about me, hubby, babe and Tuck.

I'm not even talking about grandma and grandpa.

I'm talking about the whole kit and kaboodle.

I love my family. I have the kind of family where a cousin is more like a friend. Where you don't get together for holidays and weddings, you get together all the time. And people drive miles because they haven't seen the babies in way too long.

It was a random Friday night gathering at Grandma's....just aunts and uncles and grandkids and cousins and great grandma.  Pizza and toys and playing on the floor and it was perfect. 

Olivia, Emmie and EmaRae

Cousin Lexi...you just hurry up and get married before you start with the baby fever.

Grandma!

4 months

4 months: I'm very smiley. I love my Teddy and Jailbird.

(Mom and dad feel the need to name all of my toys.)

I also love my hands, they are red and sad looking from constantly being in my mouth.

I'm two days into daycare and so far so good.

I took a three hour nap today and fell asleep at 7:15pm.

This is my new favorite thing, feet in the air.

I'm working on my lower abs.

I weigh 14 pounds and I'm a whole 2 feet tall!

And who doesn't love some baby butt bling? Mom sure does.

It was a day of firsts:

First day of daycare.  There were a few tears from mom this morning, but baby was all smiles. We got to the infant room and settled in...it was pretty cute when another little one crawled over and pulled himself up on Emmie's car seat to see who the new kid in class was. And then the lady started to unbuckle her and I walked out with a short "gotta go" while I bit my lip and fought back tears. (I emailed the owner just to check in and she replied "such a good baby, happy as can be."  Honestly, I don't even care if she was lying, it was exactly what I needed to hear!)

First time hearing that! I picked Emmie up after work and she was mid nap.  And the coolest thing happened. I walked in and I said I was Kelsey and one of the gals turned to the other and said "that's Emmie's mom."  I know! I am!! I don't think I've actually been referred to as Emmie's mom and I sure do like the sound of it!

First take home bag from daycare. Everyone commented on what a happy, laid back little person she was, just taking it all in.  Her naps were short and eating sporadic, but you can't win 'em all.  Oh and we were already delivered an outfit in a baggie...that's a special treat from the new kid.

First after school gossip hour. And when we got home, I thought Emmie would be all sorts of tired. But instead she was just talking up a storm...I suppose she was filling me in on all the hot daycare gossip...I can't wait to hear the rest of the details tomorrow!








First day of school photos!

Well here I am.

Crying again.

The little miss starts daycare tomorrow.  And while sending her to daycare isn't something I'm nervous about or think is a bad thing, it's just a lot to take in.  Thank god I've already had about a month to adjust to being back at work.

On the one hand I know she is going to be so well taken care of. I know she's going to love interacting with other babies. I know they will teach her all sorts of new things. And I know I can't stay home full time.

But on the other hand I know she's going to be spending more time with her daycare family than her own. I know she'll probably start calling the teacher mom. And I know I'm never getting this time back. Ever.

So I let my mixed emotions get the best of me while I prepare her daycare bag.

Bottles. ::Whimper::

Extra outfits and loads of diapers. ::Pouty lip::

Soft white cozy blanket that we've wrapped her up with since we brought her home from the hospital all teeny tiny and now she's a big girl and I have to ship this blanky off to daycare so she has at least a little something to remind her of home. ::Sob::

I'm doing my darnedest to get out of attending the first drop off...but I figure if I try not attend everything I might cry at, I'll pretty much miss her entire life. So I'll suck it up, and count down the hours to pick up...looking forward to that smile and giggle when she recognizes me at the door. ::Tears again::

I've still got it.

Bikini body?

No.

Baby brain?

YES.

Today was Emmie's 4 month appointment (don't even get me started on how in the world she's been here almost 4 months). 

I had to meet Andy and babe at the clinic. 

I got to the parking lot, searched for the white Honda Pilot, realized I beat them there, parked and waited.

And waited.

And watched the road for the white Honda Pilot with husband and baby in tow.

And checked the clock.

And waited.

Jeez. Where are they?

And literally minutes later I realized, I AM SITTING IN THE WHITE HONDA PILOT.

Damnit.