In light of Father's Day this week, I was thinking about dad's and their little girls. It's interesting to me how I can spend the entire day with our sweet baby—changing her, feeding her every 3 hours on the dot, giving her baths when the blow outs amount to the “Are You For Real” magnitude (see previous post), and wearing her on my chest from sun up until bedtime. I don’t want to embarrass her, but little Lucy has kind of been packing on the pounds lately, so carrying her almost 20 lbs. of love all day is quite the sacrifice for mom.Regardless of how many books I read to her, how many times we practice rolling over on the living room floor, or how many daily outfits we both go through due to barf and drool, as soon as dad walks in the door with his typical greeting of “Hi, Bug!” little Lucy’s face lights up. Her dimple gets so deep you could lose your whole finger in it! She coos, throws her head back and laughs and giggles like I have never seen. I try the same thing and get the “oh, is that you again? Can you please get out of the way so I can look at dad…” reaction.
Daddy’s girl. Hmmm. So, this is what they mean when they say that motherhood is a thankless job. I get it. I really have no room to complain, though, because it's no secret that I'm a true blue daddy's girl too.
I will admit that seeing my 2 favorite babies laughing together is definitely a sweet, sweet payoff. I'm sure a lucky mama.
p.s. i took these photos when lucy was only 3 days old…she was starting to get jaundice and needed some sunlight, but we had been in a heavy snowstorm since her birth. on the third day, almost like a miracle, the clouds broke and the sun peeked through our windows for about 30 minutes. russ hurriedly undressed the baby and stood with her for the whole 30 minutes in front of the window, which is all our sweet babe needed. isn't this the most beautiful sight ever?
