I was carded yesterday at the Albertsons. I have lost count of how many times just this year that this has happened to me. It has happened a record amount. The guy yesterday was shocked by just how very legal I am. That felt good. Two years ago a woman who carded me insisted that the only way I stayed so young looking was that I didn't have kids. They age you. I spent the last week - Tuesday thru Friday being a caregiver for my now 3 month old niece. I feel old, oh-so-tired, and in need of alcohol. (hence the trip to Albertsons)
Rowan is a three-month old diva. She does not fuss. She screams. Until you give her what she wants and then she coos and impresses you with her cuteness. My life has become centered around her schedule and her needs. I smell like baby spit-up and diaper cream. I give her constant attention except for the few hours she sleeps. I love those hours of quiet. I don't live for them though. I live for the minutes where she is smiling and blowing spit bubbles that inevitably drop onto my shirt. I understand how exhausting it all is, but wow, is it worth it!
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That is why there are not herds of wild babies roaming the countryside- the cuteness. Parents live for the quiet times and savor the coos, aunts live for the coos and savor the quiet.
I love the quiet and peaceful look on Ari's face while he sleeps. His snores are adorable!
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