I’m really not MIA. I’m bonding with my girl. Basically my daughter has been my world.
I’ve been obsessed, over the moon, in love with everything about her. Time on the computer to spit out a post has taken a back burner to cuddles and kisses, mashed bananas and soggy cookies. I end my work day rushing to my babies and reveling in my time with them. Because it won’t last forever.
Every moment will be a faded memory, another star in the sky, a soft distant twinkle of life. I’m grasping to it, clinging to it, reaching for it, helplessly aware that I can’t have it forever. My love of food and cooking is still there, but my love for my kids and my beautiful baby girl will never end.
And she has been going through some tough baby things too.
and sitting up on her own
and eating Oreos
and diced bananas
oh, and learning to stand
My baby girl has been going to her abuela’s house while my husband and I are at work. I am no longer spoiled with her cute baby antics during my work hours. I know, I know, I’ve been blessed to take my baby with me to work since she was 6 weeks old. A perk of having my dad for a boss.
But I can no longer breast feed her at my desk while I type numbers and reports all day. I am confined to two plastic horns that suck me dry 3 times a day, instead of the sweet baby looks from my now 8 month old little human.
So forgive me for being MIA.
I’ve been a working mom. And going home is my favorite part of the day. My four kiddos adore me and I adore them.
Your foodies posts, they’ll be here. I promise. Next week there will be big things, big things.
For now, I’m going home to be mommy.