I so rarely get any time alone with No1. Her sister is always just a moment away from needing me and I have one ear her direction at all times. It’s taken its toll on us both. But this morning, my husband took the baby with him on an errand and it felt like old times in the house. Just me and No1. She was her old self this morning. No competing for attention, no baby talk, no attitude. We ate lunch together and both enjoyed the lack of interruptions. We searched for bugs in the house and had a lady bug funeral. And she did my hair.
Oh, how I miss this kind of time with her.