Yesterday I finally got to meet my dear friend's baby, Sweet Pea in person. Actually, I got to do more then meet her. I got to cuddle her all afternoon. And no, Sweet Pea isn't her real name. I am invoking "Auntie's prerogative" to give her a nickname. She is just a sweet, cuddly little bundle of adorableness who barely made a peep for the 6 hours I was visiting...Yeah, Auntie Lime hung around a long time but she lives far away, is an undemanding guest, and no one was kicking her out.
She was just waking up when I got there so I had a quick snuggle before she started rooting around looking for the goods. Since my well ran dry a long, long time ago I handed Sweet Pea over to Mama Pea. Sweet Pea was much relieved by that. After a full belly and a clean bum she was ready for some more Auntie loving. She fussed a bit about how hard it is to be almost two weeks old and I told her I understood. I helped her blow some bubbles out both ends and then she quite contentedly decided Auntie Lime's shoulder was a dandy place for a snooze. Fortunately for me, Mama Pea didn't mind letting me have Sweet Pea doze in my arms (you know, some mamas insist on cribs and cradles for fear that babies will get too accustomed to being held while they sleep) so I just soaked up all the soft, pink snuggliness until she got hungry again. It was a really hard day, let me tell you.
Sweet Pea is healthy, happy, and too cute for words. Mama Pea is recovering well. She and Papa Pea are head over heels in love with Sweet Pea so all is as it should be in their world. I have decided they simply need to move back here so I can properly dote on Sweet Pea...both for her sake and mine. I've discovered the antidote to an atmosphere heavy laden with adolescence. It comes swaddled and cooing.
*I did take pictures but I got home pretty late and haven't had time to download them or fiddle with them yet. They'll come later this week.