I love Lucy.

My dear second born has gotten the short end of the blogging shtick. And she shouldn't. Because she is fabulous. At nearly 10 months, she's completely and utterly delectable. Silly. Boisterous. Yet sweet, turning her head into my shoulder when confronted by outsiders post-nap. White blonde fuzz sprouts from her now-proportioned head. Clear blue eyes. Two jagged bottom teeth.

I shouldn't be writing. I should be sleeping. Or showering. Or brushing my teeth. But tonight, after my baby nursed in her darkened room, and then rocked to sleep, her body limp and heavy on my entire torso, I felt emotional. I needed to write this down. This love. Her forehead damp with bathwater and sweat. Rythmically suckling her green soothie. Heavy. Long. Perfect.

She's wonderful.