yesterday

I was supposed to drop off the little girl at my mother’s house for a few hours of babysitting.  I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before and I had a headache.  but when she woke up and I went in to pick her up out of her crib, I just…couldn’t.

she was so happy.  she was wide awake and ready to play with me.  so we went to the couch and she snuggled up against my arm and I called my mother and cancelled.

this is what I would have missed out on if I had taken her to my mother’s:

snuggling on the couch with her head in the crook of my elbow.

her lying down voluntarily for a diaper change, an event as rare as a blue moon.

watching her dancing in the kitchen and talking with her reflection in the oven.

playing with dolls in my bed and making the bed together.  she crawled in under the sheets and let me pull the blanket over her and pretended to go to sleep.

taking selfies together on the couch and recording a video that’s just her saying “apple, apple” over and over and laughing hysterically about it.

doctoring a wound after playing outside.

I’m glad I didn’t miss any of these things.

 

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