Monday, September 14, 2009

Tears

OK, so I walk in from a long drive home. (Work was decent today, didn't even get upset with anyone or about anything.) Come upstairs to find my baby C.J. relaxing with Mom. They both looked so peaceful. Now I know they fought all day, but at that moment, things were "All Quiet on the Old Bridge Front". I hurried to put my bags down and wash my hands which seems to be a new process I follow daily. I go over to kiss Mommy and then as I go to pick up C.J., it just so happens she smirks and gets excited when she sees her Daddy. To some this might not mean anything but to me it means the world. That means her little eyes know what her Daddy looks like and her little ears recognize her Daddy's voice. I don't care what Science or even Piaget and his stages of development says, C.J. goes against the grain. I was so happy to see her get excited that I didn't even notice the horrid smell coming from her pamper. I have to tell you the truth, I said, "Mommy you can have her back, lol!" I mean don't get me wrong, you all know I love my kid but I smelled what I would see and opted to let Mommy love her more for that moment in time. No wonder she was so quiet, I would be quiet too if I smelled like that.

So the highlight of the day is that when she cried today she actually had a tear. Me being me asked Mommy where did it come from? She answered with her usual bluntness, a tear duct. Now up until now when she cried it was just noise but now she has actual tears. What am I going to do now? I know I am not going to be able to deal with seeing a tear roll down that cute little cheek. I have to work on that because I am already weak.

I am really enjoying this daddy thing more and more. I find myself thinking about this little girl all day long and can't wait until I get home each day. You all just watch when she gets stronger and is crawling and sitting up and all that good stuff. C.J. and I are going to have so much fun. Watch out world! Until tomorrow, remember to pray because prayer changes things.