So I always---ALWAYS--walk into Layla's room and check on her before I go to bed each night. It used to be multiple times (I was terrified of her suffocating on her bumper pad for months) but now its just once--okay maybe twice :-) I love to stare at her sleeping.
ANYWAY, last night I walked in right after my bath, still wearing my towel. I heard her stir a little when I walked into the room, so I started to tip toe. You know how sometimes, even when its dark, you can tell someone is looking at you? Well, I felt her looking at me and I got a little weirded out for some reason. Then I saw her arm move a little so I quickly squatted down beside her bed where she couldn't see me if she woke up. Next thing I knew, a little fuzzy red head was looking down at me saying, "hey mommy...sing one more song?". SO...I picked her up as my towel hit the floor. So there we were...10:30 pm rocking and singing "Hush Little Baby"--me naked as can be. As I carried her back to the bed, she looked up and smiled and said, "I love you mommy" and then said, "need put your pjs on and go bed...in the BIG bed". She was so sweet....and not at all shocked by my craziness--she was just excited to see me for a few extra minutes.
So I went off to bed and within 5 minutes, Neil and I were serenaded to sleep by her singing "Jesus Loves Me" over the baby monitor. I think we all feel asleep to it. I have to record her singing that for you guys--she belts it out with her eyes closed...its adorable.
Finally...just to vent. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday--sat there for TWO HOURS and FIFTEEN MINUTES only to be (1) weighed (2) hear the heartbeat. It was worth it...but boy was I frustrated. I was patient and understanding for the first hour or so, but after that, I was done. I was SO done that I didn't even ask any questions or anything. TWO HOURS...for a 10 minute appointment. Crazy!