(like days when Rosanna gets up at 6 a.m.)
are more exhausting than others
(followed by a day of teething-induced clingyness).
And I feel a bit of relief when it's time to put the wee-one in bed and have some time by myself
(as a solo, single, non-glommed version of my former self).
Then, strangely, I start to feel a bit lonely.
I start to wish she was awake, needing every molecule of my attention down to my individual skin cells.
Being a mom=being a crazy person in the most outrageously wonderful, inexplicable fashion.
Ro was 5 months old in this video- watch for E's funny monkey arms and just try not to smile....I dare you.