WW: goofball

My mom came over late Saturday to visit and spend the night. I was actually giving Lovie a bath when she got there. When Lovie, sopping wet in the tub, turned and saw Grandma standing there smiling at her, she instantly buried her chin into her chest and darted her big browns up at me and away from Grandma. It kills me when she does this shy act and it's really hard not to laugh out loud. A few minutes later and they're BFF's, of course.

Such was the case with Lovie and Grandma on Sunday morning after Lovie woke (she went to bed shortly after Grandma arrived on Saturday). They were inseparable. I was able to make an entire breakfast, clean the kitchen, serve breakfast all without Lovie hanging on me or even popping into the kitchen or calling out for me one time. Not once. (And because I've got a couple screws loose, I missed her hanging on me, whining for me, calling out for me and ended up checking on them several times. I'm a freak of nature, I know!)

After breakfast we were all just hanging out and it dawned on me that it had been a good couple weeks since I took any substantial pictures. I love having thousands of pictures to look through, but I also really enjoy living in the moment these days, you know? I don't want to be behind the camera snapping pictures of my Lovie as she plays and does her thing when I can be down there with her. You know what I mean? Argh. But still, I felt I needed some pictures so I snapped a bunch for about an hour as Lovie goofed around with us.

My lord does she make my heart swell.