It's a hard day. A frustrating hard day. My body is aching from the ballet class I took last night, the baby was up until 2am and back up at 6:30, then decided to skip her morning nap, and I really, really just need sleep. Oh, what I would give for a nap right now.
But I can hear Eliza moving around in her playpen while I sit quietly out of view on the couch. And then two little hands reach the top of the playpen and I know she's standing up trying to find me. And then a tiny little head peeks out over the top of the playpen, she's looking around for me, but can't see me. And then whomp, she falls down. Over and over and over again.
How can I do anything but smile?