Peter burrowed down into his blankets (the kids share a room here at my parent's place) and asked for daddy to read him stories. I held Zoë in my arms and rocked her back and forth, her favorite blanky draped over my shoulder so she could nuzzle into it. As Vic read, first the Book of Mormon, followed by Zorro, I sensed that Peter was drifting off to sleep. Eventually, Zoë did the same. But I couldn't put her in her crib. I rocked and rocked and stroked her hair and face and kissed her nose and cheeks over and over and over.
Not only did I not want to stop, I physically COULD NOT stop holding her. Her hair, her face, her sweet little body... I was in heaven. You know, I LOVE how I feel on a long run, or after a good workout. I also love when I find out that I've been cast in a show (come see me in Les Mis at the Hale!). I love outdoor adventures with Vic-snorkeling, hiking, skiing, what have you. But nothing on earth compares to the feeling of holding your sleeping child.
A few fun facts about my Zoë June:
-She is finally walking 100% of the time. No more boot scoot boogy. I hope I got enough video footage of her lope.
-Her list of words include: Dada, Mama, Bite (and points to the food she wants to eat), Sock, Shoe, Bye-Bye, HI!, bath (including the sign for it..so cute), ishy (fishy), Dada (dog), Door, Book, Ball, Bubble, Milk.
-She is quite the climber and has turned out to be pretty fearless.
-She waves hello to everyone passing by
-She still wears size 2 diapers and 9 month pants. Just a little squirt. She's about 19 pounds of deliciousness.
She is such an angel. She is constantly wanting me to hold her, which can be quite frustrating when I'm trying to work in the kitchen, but all in all, I want to hold her and squeeze her and love on her all the day long.
I'm so grateful I get to be her mum.
P.S. Should I keep blogging? Am I the only one who feels like blogs and Instagram have turned into a huge popularity contest? I thought I left that behind in Jr. High/Highschool. It is probably my own insecurities...I shall write about that another day.