Kyle is working late today so instead of half an hour until he gets home, it's more like 2 or 3. Really, no big deal. I'm so lucky that he gets home so early most days. For some reason he is willing to get up at 6 and go to work, making my day so much better because he gets home at like 3:30!
Ruby loves her dad so. so. much. When he was sick, I had to make sure she never saw him because if she saw him and he wouldn't play, she got really upset. (And to protect her from germs, before I knew it was food poisoning.) She gets so sad when he leaves the house or just the room. I'm glad they have such a bond. Few things make me happier than watching Kyle and Ruby play together. That's when I really think about the fact that "Men are that they might have joy" because really, seeing my husband and baby loving each other is the most joyful thing to me. That will always be there, even when crappy things happen or we're mad at each other or Ruby misbehaves.
It's even more fun when I'm involved. Sometimes, the 3 of us will wake up from a nap at the same time and I'll go get Ruby and bring her to our bed to play with us. She loves climbing on us and playing with our faces, and we love making her laugh. If my life were a movie, scenes like that would make up the montage of everyone being happy and everything going well. (And hopefully, the big dramatic conflict in our movie will never happen.)
One of my favorite times of day: after I get Ruby up from her crib. She and I sit on the chair by her window. She LOVES grabbing the curtain and opening it to look outside. She lays her cheek against mine and looks at the horses and cars. Then she closes it for a second, and then opens it again. This happens many, many times, as she enjoys her power of making the light and outside world appear and disappear. I just love the feel of her smooth, warm little cheek on mine. I love breathing her in and feeling her soft hair.
Motherhood is full of poop, spit-up, and mashed sweet potatoes on your clothes. There's a lot of sleepless nights and ear-splitting crying. Going to a movie isn't an option anymore, and there are bottles EVERYWHERE. But 100% honestly--having a baby is the best thing that ever happened to me. It is the most amazing thing in the world. And it is the greatest joy you could possibly have.
And now some crappy but cute phone pictures of my happy girl.
(Ruby cried in her crib the whole time I was writing this. She just finally fell asleep! Now I can shower and get dressed--right before getting dinner started. What a glamorous life I have.) (I wouldn't change it for anything.)