Just a day, just an ordinary day

This blog threatens to mostly "mom-less" as far as the pictures go, because I'm always the one behind the camera. I've been working on my "pic skillz" and I think this was a technical triumph. It's not the cutest picture of either of us, but it is mildly impressive because it's the good old "try to take a picture of yourself with an outstretched arm" technique. Yet it's somehow centered, well lit, and stable...not the easiest thing considering how heavy our camera is. Reason enough to post it!
Snuggles for Daddy
More monkeying around with the camera
And a bit more. Such a sweet little face she has!
Addie loves being outside. We've been doing some gardening and she loves to clench her toes in the grass.
She really does like her swing also. I promise. Picture notwithstanding.

It's amazing how some days can be so productive and others so ...not. I have days where I feel like I make leaps forward around the house, the yard, in life in general. Take Monday for example: I baked bread from scratch, made homemade spaghetti sauce, cleaned out my herb bed, planted my herbs, started mowing the back yard (didn't finish that one), did some serious laundry, and mopped the kitchen floor. Productive day! Gold star!

Today...not so much. I didn't do much of anything except play with Addie. I didn't cook dinner, didn't clean a thing, took a long bliss nap with my baby. But I still award myself a gold star. It was a good day. And while I don't allow myself to take naps often, every few days I do think I need a long, cuddly, warm, milky, delicious nap with my little one. After all, I still get up twice a night with my lil glutton....at 1 am and 5 am, like clockwork. We get up for the day at 7 and I don't normally go to sleep until 10:30 or 11 PM. So a nap every few days keeps me sprightly and sane. Plus, it's just so fun to sleep with my sturdy little pumpkin curled up against me. She falls asleep nursing and loves to stay pressed close to my stomach and chest while she sleeps. We both lie on our sides with our knees drawn up and we fit together perfectly. It's eerily reminiscent of carrying her...the same feeling of little feet and knees and elbows and hands pressing into me, just from the opposite side. A small moment of bliss.