L loves Daddy and monkeys. So explains her choice in Father’s Day card.
We went to a birthday party this afternoon and L fell asleep in the car on the way home. I love it when they fall asleep in the car. It’s the only time they’ll allow me to carry them. There must be something that clicks in their brains at about eleven months that says DO NOT BE CARRIED UNLESS YOU ARE SICK OR ASLEEP.
I put her down quietly on the couch on the living room and covered her with a blanket. For a brief moment I looked at her long black curly eyelashes against her fair skin and remembered when she used to be a drooling baby. She never fussed, never cried. Seeing her brother or sister always soothed her, made her smile, and mimicked everything they did or said. Even now, when her siblings are at school, she looks a bit lost without them. She becomes a bit more reserved if her siblings aren’t there to watch her, support her, and sometimes egg her on in the middle of church service.
L opened her eyes and looked at me. “Mommy?” she said. “Last morning you said Daddy was coming tomorrow.”
She was probably having good dreams about Daddy who promised to make her a Rapunzel or Curious George birthday cake.
“No,” I whispered. “He’s not coming tomorrow.”
She thought about it for a moment then fell back asleep. I hope she dreamt about Daddy spending lots of time with her. When he finally does come for a visit, they’ll have a few dates together, just as the older two will. And when they complain about not being able to join Daddy and L, I’ll say, “Nope, sorry. It’s the baby’s turn.”