Three Kisses

I don't think I'll ever forget last night.

I had a fairly rough day at work yesterday. When 5 pm hit, I was out the door in a flash. Traffic coming home sucked and I'm pretty sure if there was a red light on my route anywhere I found it.

To top it off when I got home and unlocked the back door, our alarm system went off. Husband had set it and forgotten to turn it off. The siren on this freaking thing is L-O-U-D. Anytime it goes off, so does Ava. Wet, snotty, sob-filled crying. So instead of a happy little punkin, I got scared-out-of-her-mind baby. After spending five minutes trying to soothe her I finally had to resort to singing to calm her down.

After that the evening seemed to turn around. I fed her dinner, which for once she ate with out incident. By that I mean, no trying to slap the spoon from my hand, no blowing raspberries with a mouthful of food, no acting like a food volcano, letting food spew forth like molten lava. No, it went swimmingly. Ava even grabbed her water cup and was able to give her self a drink when she needed it. Awesome indeed.

But that's not why last night was so special. My baby girl is a sweet girl, almost always a happy girl. However, she's not a cuddly baby. Never has been. She only will allow cuddles when she's really, really sleepy. My mother in law says it's because we didn't rock her to sleep when she was a newborn. I find it hard to believe that has anything to do with it. But who knows. At any rate, she's not what you'd call super affectionate.

What makes last night so special is after her dinner, I was sitting on the living room floor with her while she was playing. All of a sudden she stopped what she was doing, crawled over to me and pulled her self up so that she was standing in front of me. Then she very carefully, very slowly and VERY deliberately gave me a kiss. And then another. And then another. Three kisses.

Bad day? Gone. Just like that. All because of three sweet kisses.