One Week Later

Kayla survived a week of Mommy being home with her and I hope she's loving every minute of it because I am. Awww...ain't that sweet? I promise I won't turn Hallmark-card mushy, but I do feel like I've gotten to know her a whole lot better and vice versa. She knows I won't tolerate any secret munching of tags on toys, but she still does it (and gets away with it sometimes). She knows I'd really like to see her crawl and obliges by staying on her tummy for a good half hour every day before letting loose the floodgates. And she knows that there are times I've to type away on the computer and quietly plays on her own by my side.

I finally found some time to take her to the park today and even though we did little but sit on the bench and stared at trees, there wasn't nothing I could have wanted more (okay, maybe some chocolate ice cream). She laughed as the wind breathed life into limp leaves, softly running its fingers through whatever little hair she has. And she waved as a fat bulldog chased after a candy wrapper the size of her little toenail. I wished there was a way to capture all these tiny moments - because I know I'll need them when she hits the Terrible Twos, Threes, and Teenagehood.