Obsession.

Hello. My name is Sarah and I'm obsessed with my child. Altogether now: "Hi Sarah."

We're talking major obsession. In my opinion, this child walks on water. Everything she does is adorable/hysterical/incredibly precious. I mean, how could you not love this face?

I love being with her all of the time. Almost. I can't lie, there are times, though rare they may be, when she tests my patience. She gets me worked up on occasion. I even pass her off to Daddy and go to another floor of the house to have a breather now and then. But 98% of the time I can't get enough of her.

She fascinates the heck out of me. It's the craziest thing; each day she becomes less and less of a baby and more and more like a big girl. She learns how to do new things, makes new sounds, and discovers new body parts to play with (she found her toes this week and now they are BFF's.) I'm filled with so much pride, as if I had anything to do with her learning how to blow raspberries with her mouth (a new fave for her.) I know many parents are overwhelmed with sadness at the thought of their child growing up too fast as they hit each milestone; not me. I'm super-excited each time she does something new - it means she's blossoming, plus it leaves me feeling confident in my parenting abilities.

So she does all of these "big girl" things....and then she gets tired and just needs to cuddle with her Mommy and her pappy and I'm reminded that, while she's the size of a 1-year-old, she's still a teeny baby. Like I said, it's a crazy thing.

A crazy thing that I'm obsessed with. Motherhood - I can't get enough of it.

Which is probably why I'm jealous of every pregnant woman I see now. No joke, I was green with envy at Babies R Us today. I can't wait to give Brooke a sibling. (Scratch that. I can wait and I will wait because having another this soon would be crazy and my head knows this. But that doesn't mean my heart wants to wait.) Now that I've seen how fantastic Brooke is and how ridiculously happy I am as her Mommy, I'm so excited to have some more.

(I'll stop rambling now. Was there a coherent idea to this blog post? Not sure... I blame the Riesling I had at dinner. The husband and I had a date night tonight, complete with 4 courses and wine at P.F. Changs sans the babe. Delightful. I may be obsessed with her and want to be with her all the time, but sometimes a girl needs to eat a meal hot and with both hands. And a little wine to go with it is just icing on the cake.)