Izzy was particularly fussy this evening. I couldn’t quite figure it out. She didn’t seem hungry. I thought she might have been tired, but wouldn’t take a nap. I thought she was hot, so I stripped her down to her diaper. She whined the entire time I was trying to cook dinner. I put her in the bouncy chair. Whine. I put her in the swing. Whine. I put her on the play mat. Whine. Finally, when dinner was ready, I cut up my food so I could easily eat with one hand and hold Izzy with my other arm so I could feed her while I fed myself. She just wasn’t hungry, but the whining finally stopped! All she wanted was to be cuddled. She looked up at me and smiled and giggled and smiled some more. Then, when she couldn’t possibly be any cuter, she reached up with her arm and stroked my cheek. I thought my heart was going to explode. It was so awesome. When Mitch finished eating, he took her from me so I could finish my meal–it’s really hard to each couscous while holding a squirmy baby. As soon as Mitch cradled Izzy in her arms, she reached up and stroked his beard, then grabbed his nose. It was a beautiful sight.
