noa magnoila is eight months old.
and in month eight of sweet noa bliss i have experienced...
EIGHT hours of sleep. yes people it happened, in. a. rowwwww. oh-my-sweet-jesus, thank you!!!!
EIGHT hundred dollars spent on those gullll dern baby food squeeze packs. ok not that much, but they ain't given those bad boys away. eesch.
EIGHT months makes me, one month away from my goal to be back at pre baby weight. i'm sooo close.
EIGHT play dates in a week, we love our friends...they keep all three of us sane.
EIGHT pages deep into my new project, a memoir. i know it will never be a new york times bestseller. but, i would venture to say it would be a wyoming capitol city one, if such a list existed. its unedited and its for you babies to read...in about fifty years. ;-)
EIGHT is a hard number to relate to. eeks, what the crud am i am going to do for eleven?!
EIGHT songs made into a playlist and burned for dash michael, making him the world's greatest car traveling 4 year old who ever lived sang.
EIGHT months later, i am able to call old friends, give some love to the new, and work on mending all the holes i made over the past year or so. so blessed.
EIGHT dollars for eight fancy dancey baby girl dresses at the sale of the century.
sweet noa magnoila. i love you. plain and simple. you are the greatest baby girl a momma ever had the pleasure of loving. you continue to be spicy, sassy, and silly, in all of the best ways. thank you for loving me and noticing when i am not around. i spent years praying we'd be that momma/daughter combo who shared stories, laughed, and loved so well. and then we met. face to face. and i'm not gonna lie, i really panicked. what if you hate me? what if we don't click? and just like you, you left me to wonder for a while. you refused to let me rock you. you screamed that helpless colicky cry. you just preferred to be independent. and ok, when i said left me "to wonder" i really mean fret, fine, panic, that maybe i just wouldn't be your favorite person. then months and months...and months later, here we are. you actually cry for your momma. you lunge for me to hold you. you smile every time we lock eyes. you give me the best open mouth wet slobber kissys a baby girl ever planted on any momma living. you love me. and where we are was worth every second it took to get here. thank you for loving me in a way only you can. you are the very best.
xo,
momma
