When we get home from work ( I work a 10 hr shift, daddy works 8 hr shift) She goes insane with daddy for about 2 hours. He throws her, chases her, tickles her, wrestles, and also makes up some adlibbed MMA moves that send me into heart attack mode. But they have a blast. She has names for their "moves". The hold tight, the rockabye baby, the Yosef (no clue what it means but she usually says it alot when being chased.) I even get in on the actions some evenings. Until my achy pregnant hips tell me to set my happy arse down.
She comes to mama for her calm. She sometimes wants to be held or rocked. She loves it when I sing to her. Sometimes she gets too emotional and I have to stop. Definitely my child. In the evenings I come home, sit on the floor and just hold her. She tells me about her day. In the mornings, she finds me and gives me stinky breath kisses. She's like a new baby all over again. If she gets hurt or upset...or if she needs to "tell on daddy"(haha) she comes to me. I love it. My kisses hold healing powers now, so I need to be around just in-case booboos arise.
I hope when the baby gets here, we can keep our routines up. Until then, we're going to wear this little girl out during play and always be there to hold her like a newborn when we're done.








