I spy with my little eye

I have to say that one of my most very favorite things to do lately is to spy on Emily. I love listening from afar first thing in the morning when she is in her crib "talking" to her animals. She holds them high above her head and sort of squawks at them. And then of course after she is done telling them her stories she enjoys a nip or two from their plush body. To this day since the day she was born, the child does enjoy a nice piece of fabric.... Sometimes her eyes will roll right to the back of head and she will topple over from the pure delight of it. So, I stand there watching, sometimes still in disbelief that she was once living inside of me. I wonder if my mother looks at me that way still, do you ever really get over that? As much as I had wanted her to go to bed the night before I missed her more. Strange but true. She finally notices me and smiles that smile that takes my breath away each and every time....And then of course she whines and does her fake cry because I am not holding her right that very second that she saw me. How dare I! Then I come to her beckon call as always and she smiles through her fakeness but making sure not to show me I was wrong for my delay. She Wiggles back in forth almost always banging her head on the rail, then I scoop her up and hold her tight. I bring her small sweet neck up to my face where I smell that percious sweet smell I would be able to pick out of a crowd anywhere. I give her tons and tons of butterfly kisses all over her face, so much so now that she doesn't even seem to notice while playing with my necklace. It is our morning always and I relish in those few minutes and look foward to it each and every morning.
She has been calling for Da-da since Keith left. Dada in the car, Dada up and down the hallway... She misses him.... I am going to put pictures above her crib so that every morning she can wake up and see her Dada.... every night it will be the last thing she sees before she goes to bed... I am sure he misses her as well...
I plan on bringing Em to the beach sometime in the next few days. I promised her. Last time she went she cried from the loud noise of waves breaking. I am hoping now she will not and want to splash her feet in the water. For the very first time ever in my life I am looking forward to going to the beach! I know that sounds strange but I HATE the water... I don't go in their world... bad things happen like missing limbs. One minute your having a blast the next your arm is lunch for some hungry shark...No thanks people! Ask that little blonde girl that surfs, she'll tell ya...
OHHHH, did I tell you those little bastards (the squirels) broke our beloved bird feeder? The string broke and it all went Boom and now is no more. Vengance is mine as I am going to find a feeder that will not allow those shit heads to eat out of it!
5:30 am.... That is what time all the birds in the forest wake up and sing good morning. Right in our back yard is the woods, yes on base. I like the privacy as most people on the base have to share a back yard, so we are lucky in that way. BUT do you know how many birds live in the woods... ALLOT!! And they all wake my ass up before the sun has even begun to light up the day. Okay, so maybe I should be a little smarter and close the window but I really enjoy the southern early morning dew, the smell of the sweet pines, and the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves ever so slightly. All very nice things to wake up to... The birds are pissing me off though...I am almost tempted to not buy another feeder to punish them. Bad Birds... don't they want to eat?
Anyway, I am tired and I really want to hunker down and start reading my book. So, until net time... TA-Ta