There has been a lot of holding going on around here. What with Peyton not feeling too well and all.
She gets held a lot, and I still have to do my job(s). She, and the box of Kleenex, seem to be new appendages to me. I have thought about just letting her tough it out, sit on the couch and snuggle up with a blanket and a good movie, so I can get along, unencumbered. But really, how long will she be this small and actually want me to comfort her? I need to eat it up, right? What else is really more important? So I hold her.
I hold her while I bake, clean, type, scrapbook, sew, read to her (or to myself), watch a movie, watch Curious George 64 times (and the same episode at that!), do the dishes, help the girls with their homework… etc. I do things as they need to be done, like when the situation with the number of clean spoons in the house is getting quite desperate. That happens a lot, with the amount of cereal, chocolate milk, and oh, don’t let me forget the mean streak we are on with tomato soup. But most of the time we ae sitting and snuggling.
Peyton has gotten quite comfortable perched on my hip. She has also become very familiar with my upper body.
Multiple times a day, I receive an update on the number of boobs I have.
“Mommy, you have one (point at righty) and two (point at lefty) boobs.”
“I am glad to know they are still there. Thank you.”
“They are big boobs mommy.”
“Well that is more Victoria’s Secret than me.”
“I like them.” She adds a little pat.
“Thank you Peyton.”
One time, after she again took inventory of my front lumps, I blew her mind.
She finished informing me about the current state of my chest and I told her, “You have two boobs, too.”
She looked down at her flat little chest in amazement. Then back up to me.
“They are there, they are just small. They are little Peyton boobs.”
She patted her chest. “Yup, I have little Peyton boobs!”
So our time together, holding and what not, has given me a little “town crier” of sorts.
“Mom has two boobs and all is weeeellll!”
That is not all that she has given me, she usually leaves a snot streak on my shoulder, just to make sure that I will not forget our time spent together.