I’m in such a haze that I can’t even write a decent comment. So, if I visited your blog today, you’ll most likely find a dull and spacey comment from me. If I haven’t visited your blog today, it’s because I’m being a lazy spacey arse.
You see, it’s the monkey. She’s changing. She needs more from me now. I can’t even so much as look at my computer when she’s in the room anymore. Whenever I do, she scootches on over, pulls herself up beside my Macbook, and slams her little hands on the keyboard. She also insists on being carried around, like, all the time. She weighs, ohhh, 25 pounds…. And, if I don’t carry her, she throws a temper tantrum, and that’s more exhausting for me than carrying her.
On the other hand, as much as the monkey’s more needy and demanding now, she’s also more loving and affectionate. Among other loving things, she’s an excellent cuddler. So, this afternoon, after a brisk walk, which was actually an errand for The Business (talk about exhausting — but that’s for another post), we cuddled on the couch. The only caviat was that she had to nestle her hand deep in my cleavage. And, I was fine with that, for it was overwhelmingly sweet. Anything to just sit there in silence, relaxing and cuddling with my sweet little monkey. I was amazed that simply being held in my arms was enough for her.
And, she gives kisses….LOVE!
If I could post a picture of her here. If my anxiety would allow it. You’d see the happiest tired little mama cuddling her sweet little monkey close. You’d see the most bulbous rosy cheeks, warm, almond-shaped hazel eyes, thick golden-brown curls, and soft, mushy pudge. It is a beautiful picture.
Perpetually hazy or not, I wouldn’t change anything. Not anything at all.
(But, I am going to bed earlyish tonight.)
Heidiho said, October 24th, 2006 at 12:27 am
You made me cry reading that – you know what? Nothing like a child’s love and affection to make everything right in the world…I fell asleep last night with the Tobs lying on me (all 17 kg of him in his 3 1/2 year old glory) on the couch. They all look like angels when they are sleeping…no matter the age (even my feral, revolting tomorrow-I-am-going-to-be 5 year old).
Yep gotta love the “ol climb on your lap whenyou are trying to write somethinge earth shattering and profound”…The Princess’ fave is a) emptying the highlighters out of my drawer next to my keyboard and drawing on the (white) desk and b) pushing the sleep button on my keyboard, arrgggh.
Sweet dreams, you deserve it.
)
Jeff said, October 24th, 2006 at 7:18 am
Maybe I haven’t mentioned it here before, but we have an old keyboard and mouse that I opened up and removed the cords and the mouse ball (it was that old) and reassembled. Now, every time we get online, Jess grabs her keyboard and informs us that she too is doing “email”. That’s how we steal a few minutes on the computer when she’s awake.
As for the cuddles and the kisses… well I’m right there with you. Nothing like it in the world.
Shroom Monkey said, October 24th, 2006 at 8:50 am
Ohh mine are in full swing on this clinginess trip. I sit in front of my computer with one on my lap and one climbing up my back. Fun…. My baby girl must, must, must kiss me every 10 seconds and my baby boy is all about the hugs. I say enjoy it now- hell, 12 years from now, they won’t be talking to us much less hugging and kissing, so soak it all in while it lasts!
Tug said, October 24th, 2006 at 11:06 am
Yep, enjoy the monkey all you can…don’t worry about us. She’ll grow up, we won’t.
(we’ll be here)…
Stacie said, October 24th, 2006 at 11:07 am
Oh, I remember those days with Michael-the desire for constant attention…wait, they are still here! LOL Without the fussing, though, which makes me feel loved. Enjoy the haze!
Laural said, October 24th, 2006 at 11:40 am
That was so sweet. The cuddles and the love make it all completly worth it (even on the crap days).
This morning I went to wake up my son and I was so tired that I went and snuggled with him instead of waking him up. And he was so sweet. He reached over and snuggled right in. Love it.
And, thanks for the sweet comment on my blog.
Big said, October 24th, 2006 at 1:23 pm
Though it’s cute that the monkey wants to blog like her very astute mom, I wouldn’t recommend it. lol
The reason I say that is because a few years back, when I was tending to my brothers kids, one of his boys took to writing a book on my Toshiba notebook. I didn’t mind because he is a very smart chap and his parents don’t expose him enough to art, books and the skill of writing.
I encouraged him so much that off he went on a mission to write a childrens joke book…for hours upon hours. I didn’t even have to help him at all, except for a few technical things.
So I guess you’re asking, what is so bad about that? Well, nothing.
However, his two brothers insisted on teasing him about the book wherein he became animated about them leaving his joke book alone. What insued? Well, let’s just say (and I won’t name any names Brody) that one of my nephews decided to make a trampoline out of the notebook. Yes, that’s right, a tampoline. And my laptop didn’t even have springs.
Anyway, it was a sad, sad day indeed. The joke book was lost and my notebook met its ultimate fate. lol
Cece said, October 24th, 2006 at 2:37 pm
Oh aren’t the days of love & kisses the BEST thing from your little ones?
The breastfeeling is funny, though! Hope you get a good night sleep.
ali said, October 24th, 2006 at 3:11 pm
welcome to my world…i can’t leave isabella alone for one second or she gets into trouble….which makes doing anything virtually IMPOSSIBLE
metro mama said, October 24th, 2006 at 4:42 pm
I’m still waiting for this affection I keep hearing about!
s@m said, October 24th, 2006 at 6:54 pm
The kisses make everything worth it! Even the constant whining that’s like nails on a chalk board. Cuddles and kisses make those moments distant memories. Enjoy!
Jenn said, October 25th, 2006 at 1:15 pm
I don’t know what I did but my comment dissapeared. Sorry if it shows up twice, it went something like this:
Love the cuddling after a long day. My bug is wanting mommy ALL the time and wants to be carried around.
BTW – what is up with the boob thing? Katy sticks her hand down there then laughs about it. John taught her to say boob. cute, but then again not so cute. You know what I mean?