Eskimos

We were sitting at the dinner table tonight and Matt looked at Gracie and asked me this, "can you believe she was once in your belly?" Or something similar to that anyways. My memory is fading fast.

I really can't. I actually thought the exact same thing last night as I was putting her to bed. She gave me a really big hug and as I returned the squeeze I thought about how I carried her in my womb and now she is this little "big" girl who can willfully deny me a hug or a kiss. Thankfully she still enjoys doling out the affection most of the time. The sweetest is when she walks up to you making the "muah" face and then plants one on you. She even likes to "muah" Preston (the dog) every now and again. What can I say, we are dog people. :)

After our dinner conversation I taught Gracie how to kiss like the Eskimos. You know, nose to nose. She then proceeded to say, "nose" to me and to Matt over and over again. From one to the other and back again. It feels a little like a thank you to me, "Thanks for being my Mommy, and feeding me and bathing me and letting me get my way sometimes." This joy is like no other I have felt. It's hard but the rewards are immeasurable.