Ah, I remember the days when Monkey was just a teeny thing, I could cradle her in my one arm...those were the good (and tough!) old days.Those were the days when Monk would sleep all day (and want to part-ay all night!), she would stay put wherever I set her down, and I could go out on coffee dates with my mama friends and Monk would lie quietly in her stroller bassinet or in my arms while I managed to chat and eat.
Those days are gone.
I used to be able to entertain Monkey by jiggling my keys or making funny faces. Now she just stares at me with a furrowed brow that seems to say, "really, mom, how old do you think I am?! That's OLD NEWS."
Now I have to come up with new and exciting games...every 10 minutes. I have to put on elaborate puppet shows to be able to keep her attention long enough so I can change a diaper without having her flip over on her belly and moon me. In order to shovel a spoon of food in her mouth, I have to make helicopter noises and then fight to get the spoon back after she rips it out of my hand.
Ah, those good old days, when all Monkey wanted was food in her belly, a clean diaper on her butt and a soft place to sleep are gone. I wouldn't trade where she is right now for anything :)
