Sometimes I love being a Mom and sometimes....

Sometimes I love being a Mom.

I love it when I walk in a room and her eyes light up and she starts squawking and waving her arms and legs frantically trying to get to me.

I love it when she wants to cuddle.

I love it when she learns how to do something new.

I love it when she smiles and when she laughs.

I love it when she breathes in really fast and it sounds like an asthma attack. Really she is just excited and likes the way it sounds.

I love watching her train of thought. She has such an expressive face.

I love bath time.

I love watching her sleep.

I love watching her try and figure how to use a toy, or a cup, or a spoon.

I love the face she makes when she thinks something is disgusting.

Some things I don't love though

I don't love her waking up at 3 am with a high fever and worrying about if she is ok.

I don't love that she has started solid foods. I was so excited for it at first, but the stuff that comes out of either end now is significantly more stinky.

I don't love that her new favorite toy is my hair or jewelry.

I don't love that I can't stay looking nice for more than an hour. She always brands me as a Mom in some way or another.

I don't love that there is always another load of laundry to be done. Sometimes I wonder how something so small can wreak havoc on so many things.

My list of things I don't love are so much smaller than what I do love. I still find myself looking at Jon and in amazement saying, "I just love this girl."