Today, my heart is heavy and my mind is at home with my baby girl and amazing husband. I've had 2 clients since I got here at 9 and all I can think about is Charlee's giggle and making a big breakfast for Bran. My coworker from Russia said they give new mother's 2 years maternity leave. Holy wow. I can only imagine. I never realized just how guilty I would feel leaving her each morning. I know it's not my choice, but really...
I start my new job August 20th. I haven't been this nervous/scared/excited in 3 months. I am at a weird place in my life. I get so anxious about the gifts that are being given to me, but so calmly I accept each new phase of my existence. Amazing things are happening.
Charlee is so much fun that its hard to explain. Mainly because by fun, I am referring to watching her try to make my facial expressions and drool on herself while gurgling me an encoded message. I've never been this happy with something I have created (or helped create). Good thing she didn't turn out like my scrapbook or my furniture painting project. Otherwise, babysitters may not be so easy to find. I think most women think their baby to be the cutest thing alive. Because I am in no way biased to the good looks and status of my girl, I would have to say she is, by far, the most adorable thing alive. I'm not sure how something of such greatness cooked in my womb...Jesus must just really like me.
Brandon and I have a new game. Charlee has become quite the sloberrer. I'm not sure that's even a word...but its truth. Whenever she has a substantial amount on her face, whoever is holding her tries to have her kiss the other. She leaves a snail trail. Its hilarious and gross and cute all at once. She has no idea, but I am sure when she hears this story later in her life, she will add this to the list of "Reasons I hate my parents".