Thursday, April 8, 2010

Precious Moments



I love when she wants to cuddle in my arms and look into my eyes. I love when she says, "Mahhh" and plants a wet, sloppy kiss on my knee, cheek, mouth, or anything else. I love how she walks around the room with the remote control, or any other object, to her ear like it's a phone and says, "Yeah," and other baby chatter as if she's talking to someone. I love that she imitates what I do, including putting her arms up and saying, "Yeah!!" like I sometimes do, or she says, "Wowww," to roar like a lion. I love her little "fake cry" she does and holds her arms out so I'll pick her up and hold her.



I love the little clicking sound she makes when she's sucking her thumb. I love how she says, "goy goy goy" while sucking her thumb. I love those rare times when I can make her laugh really hard at funny things I do, whether on accident or on purpose. I love to find her sitting in her room in the middle of her books gingerly picking up one after the other and looking at pictures. I love when she looks up at me when I catch her unexpectedly doing something and she gives me that beautiful smile of innocence. I love when she wrinkles up her face in a mock scowl.

I love her hair, even though she won't let me do anything with it, and if I do get the chance to do anything with it, it doesn't stay that way for long. I love her smell, most of the time :) and I love to nuzzle my cheek against her soft cheek and my nose in her hair. I love how she studies things closely, even the bumps on an orange. I love how she says, "gah gah gah" every time one of the neighbors' dogs bark. I love how she says "key" for kitty. I love to hear her laugh. I love to watch her thumb gently fall to her side as she drifts into perfect sleep. I love how she's stubborn and will go after what she wants. I love how she forms her lips into a perfect O and says, "Ooooh." I love her little fingers, her little toes, her little feet, her little mouth and her little tongue when it sticks in and out.


I love how sometimes in the morning, I'll find her completely turned around in bed and she's now at the foot, her little bum sticking in the air. I love how she wobbles up and down when she walks. I love how she makes little sounds in her throat when she's sucking her thumb. I love how she folds her arms for prayer. I love it when she takes her wet finger and thumb out of her mouth and sticks it in your face. (Or mouth, eww.) I love how she makes me smile and laugh. I love how she makes me happy.

I never tire of hearing her push a button on one of her toys over and over and over again, then jiggle and wiggle her little body each time the music plays. I love how she says, "hi" in a gentle tiny voice, sometimes barely audible. I love to hear her gentle sigh, and I love to hear her "talk." I love the way she tugs and tugs at my shirt when I'm sitting on the couch or chair to let me know she wants up. I love you, my angel! Love, mom

4 comments:

Amy said...

She is a doll!

sjones said...

She is so grown up!! And beautiful!!

leslie said...

Awwww!

Cherish said...

Wow Stacey, that is awesome that you wrote that. She can look at that when she's older and always have it! Miss ya guys! Cherish Hall