Spent yesterday at my parents' with The Kid. Ohmigod, such win and awesome! She was fantastic with everybody. We were a little bit worried because on Friday night we took her to my mother-in-law's and she kind of pitched a fit -- every time Grandma* came near her she recoiled in horror (yeah, kiddo, me too) and she was very weepy, almost inconsolable. HOWEVER: it turns out that happened because we are idiots who never gave her dinner. Fucking duuuuuh.
But yesterday was wonderful. She let everybody snuggle her, and play with her, and dance with her, and was just generally loving up on everybody. She went for a walk and took a nap with her daddy and didn't fuss even a little when we changed her diaper. She even my mother-in-law hold her, which was a great relief. We had a great day, and for the first time in a really long while, I felt like part of a family. Not that I don't usually, but ... this was different. This was my family, my very only personal complete and total family unit.
It was FABULOUS. Complete and total Zen. I can completely understand why people want to have kids.
* Not her real name. I kind of think what she wants to be called is kind of undignified, and I refuse to acknowledge it. So I'm a bad daughter-in-law. Whatever, get over it.
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