What do you do when the Direct TV guy is at your house for 4 hours?
Host a photo shoot on Veda Jane's big girl bed of course!
The sweet staff at the Tea Collection sent these outfits for the girls months before Ruby was born.
Staring at that onsie made my heart flutter with anticipation,
so I was giddy to find she was big enough to wear it this week.
Here are a few shots from the 3 minutes I was able to get V to cooperate.
She had to get back into the den to resume her morning of monitoring the cable guy.
Who is still here.
I had an epiphany last week that bonding with your newborn baby happens when you admit that you're both in the same boat. I decided it's more about commiseration than anything- embracing the fact that you are both lethargic and desperate for another nap, both horribly unsure of your bodies, and you both just want the world to hold you, feed you, and be quiet for a little while. When she cries like the world is ending because she's decided she doesn't like footed pajamas, and she's angry because she was rudely awoken from her nap by a dirty diaper I tell her I totally get it. Sometimes I just want to cry because we're out of brownies or the two year old unfolded my basket of folded laundry. We're allowed to. Give a newborn and their mama a few weeks to let the dust settle and they become a little more alert, a little more aware, and a little more surefooted.
That's where I am with my Ruby girl. We bunkered down and powered through a few weeks of vulnerability, emotional sensitivity, and physical neediness, but here we are, emerging from the newborn haze and preparing to cross the six week finish line ready to take on the world.
At least that's how we're feeling after nap time. If she decides to pull an all nighter and needs to hide inside again, I'm happy to cuddle her. After all, we're in this together, she and I.