It happens when A's just woken from his nap and I go into his room. I walk to his crib, and after a split second pause as he scans my face trying to recall who I am, where we are- he just beams with excited recognition. Chubby cheeks pinked, white blonde hair sticking every direction- and this look of sleepy awe. Like he'd forgotten he has a mommy who loves him to pieces, even when his nap was too short and his room smells like pee because his diaper leaked, she's as happy to see him as he is to see her. He knows he's about to be scooped up and showered in kisses. And in that moment, I know my work is important, I know it matters, because there's no other job in the world that could fulfill me like this cozy moment does.
I snuck my camera in to this afternoons' afternap reunion. Because I just don't have enough pictures of A. Poor neglected, love lacking boy.
However, the smiles will turn to (an equally cute) pouty "good grief, is she ever gonna get me outta here" face if picture taking goes on too long.
(For Amy, who asked about my camera: it's a Nikon D60. I LOVE IT. I am as novice a photog as they come, but this camera makes it super easy to get great shots. Thanks for asking!)
So tomorrow, we leave for "Tour De Midwest 2009". I am SO excited to see the northerners I love and miss so much, meet the beautiful babies of my beautiful friends, introduce A to the farm and spend time with the family there, and sit by the lake as the sun goes down with a cold drink in hand. So on this travel day eve, I'm focusing on the destination and not the journey. Northwest Airlines has really done their best to ruin our trip before it has a chance to begin, once again earning their reputation as the airline who gives their all to ensure: "We're not happy until you're not happy". (Thanks to the high school friend who gave me that line. Touche.) Well, NWA, be happy, because I officially think you stink. First you cancelled my reservation on a whim, but kept my money, then hassled me for 20 minutes, transferring me no fewer than four times before finally (purposely?) subjecting me to 25 minutes of your mind numbing Muzak before getting my flights rebooked. Then you informed me that my hard fought, front of plane, window seat assignments were removed, because as an infant-toting passenger, I need to be assigned at the airport. (To the back row with no reclines beside the bathrooms, where they stick all the babies and parents to punish us for having the audacity to travel with a baby.) Then you shortened my connection time to ensure I'll be sprinting across the airport with a post-bedtime-baby and a stroller and a carry on in tow, or risk being stranded in the airport for the night. And finally, tonight, you sent me not one but two reminders to check in online only to say "sorry, you're not eligible for online check in" after I spent 10 minutes locating my confirmation number and my computer charger cord thingy to check in online PER YOUR BIG DUMB STUPID INSTRUCTION. What's your stupid problem NWA? You need HELP, SERIOUS MENTAL HELP.
Ahem. Wish us luck in our travels, internet. We may need it.