I've been home for a week now and I'm pretty much thinking that it's going by too fast. I mean, two days ago, I thought that Saturday seemed to be so far off I couldn't even think to make plans. And now it's Wednesday and I only have two days to get everything done before I leave on Saturday. I don't wanna go!!!
I had JBelle for the last three days. I got her on Sunday night and I finally returned her (washed and dressed in clean clothing) tonight. Even after I dropped her off, I wondered if maybe I should have kept her for another night because her mom had to go to a meeting at 8:30 so it's not like they were spending any time together. Sheesh! I kid, of course. JBelle has never been away from her mommy for three nights and I think she did remarkably well. Mostly because when I told her that I was taking her back to her mommy tonight, she commenced whining that she "didn't want to go to mommy's" and she "wanted to stay here at Gramma's house and play in the pool." I felt bad about this sudden desire to be with Auntie Jess over mommy, since last time I was home, JBelle almost had a meltdown when she talked to her mom on the phone because she missed her so much after ONE day. Now, I keep her three days? Piece of cake, let's get back in the pool. I almost don't regret moving away. She misses me so much that I get showered with love and favoritism when I come home that it almost makes the months between bearable.
She's also in love with the baby belly. She kisses it in the mornings, and routinely puts her hands on my belly and says "she's sleeping" or "I think she's kicking!" The baby is also named Zella, and I expect you to address her as so. JBelle never wavers on the "GIRL" position. My baby has been a girl since I pointed my belly out to her the night of the circus and she named her Zella. JBelle also has a baby in her tummy, named Cinderella. Note the overwhelming flattery. I may come back every month just to be admired to openly. Children. So refreshing.
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