Ruby has been sick. Twice. Just weeks apart. She is finally over her most recent illness and I'm so grateful she's past the fussiness, & the up all night, & the crying, & the fevers. And I survived it all which sometimes I wondered if I would...
But this is a new week & it's been the best one we've had in a while. And it seems like she's reserved her very best self for our days together & that usually doesn't happen. Why are kids always the worst for their moms? The irony of that kills me. I turned on Christmas music yesterday & as soon as Ruby heard it she got a big smile on her face & started dancing. Sometimes it's so ridiculously fun to have a little sidekick all day every day. She's always doing something new & repeats everything I say. She loves books even more than I do & kisses the animals on the pages while making a loud "mmmwahh" sound. And her new favorite thing to do is feed me. And for some reason I always let her, even when her hands are covered in food as she sits at her highchair. And despite the fact that this past month has been rough with her being so sick, this week has totally made up for it. Being a mom is hard work but I always find that the good far outweighs the bad.
