We got home from church small group just a while ago (during which Ava learned to juggle–also learned the word “ass” from her mama, but that’s another story altogether). Ava often has to be wrestled/bribed into a baby carrier these days, so that I can be free to do some nonessential thing like cook dinner/keep her out of the highway/run MediaShout at church. However, she keeps bringing a carrier to me lately and actually asking to be carried in one! Awwww…and I know you probably don’t get it, but it’s very sweet for her to want to snuggle with me, even very briefly. She calls the carriers “mamas.” Tonight, I was bringing in her bag, and she dragged a carrier over to me (the one in my profile picture–the current fave) and said, “Mama, please!” Rather than see it for the avoiding-bed tactic that it probably was, I popped her right in. We sang and swayed, and she patted my arms until she fell asleep. She’s so big already, and that made her feel like my little baby for just a bit. Sniff.
Sappy moment over. Off to repair the house (it gets destroyed when my mom spends the day with BG). Mom helps a lot while she’s here (she usually does all the laundry she can find–thank goodness), but she’s very selective about what she’ll do, and she thinks toys in every corner of the house is A-okay. Night!