Hubbs is doing a guy thing with a buddy tonight, leaving me home with Baby L on a Friday night. (Before you leap to my defense and proclaim the injustice of this situation - I get a girl's night next Friday and he gets to stay home with my little charmer). Anyway, I was mentally and physically prepared to gear up for a long long night. After all, Baby L has been doing a lot of fussing lately (teething) and fighting sleep with every cell of her being.
So, after Hubbs left to go line up at the theatre, Baby L and I sat down for some dinner. She tried (and loved) baked zucchini for the first time, and then destroyed a Mum-Mum cracker afterwards. Before she could even begin to fuss (but I could sense it coming), I freed her from her miSwivel and washed her down with some warm soapy water. She enjoyed playing with, and sucking on, the towel afterwards.
|In yo' face, Momma!|
This was 2.5 hours ago. I don't expect her to wake up again until morning (or some semblance of morning, probably at 3:45am).
Consider me pleasantly surprised. Here I was, gunned up and ready for a long evening and a battle of wills with my strong-willed little girl, and she goes and does something so unpredictable and awesome that it throws me off my game.
(Not that I'm complaining. I am secretly squeeing in delight to have had one "easy" evening, especially since I was the only pair of hands on deck tonight. Hopefully she'll repeat this performance...often!).