The morning started with a 'little' temper tantrum. Got her sleeves wet after rebelliously washing hands by herself. (the phase when toddlers want independence, so "nije nije hat dhubo I'll wash hands by myself")
When it was a matter of changing into something dry, she wanted to stick to the old one. And there you go! Half an hour of wailing and chanting "vijata porbo I'll wear the soaked one" while standing half naked! Who wants this emotionally charged weekend after working your ass off for the whole week? Especially after staying up at night attending the sick kiddo?
Within half an hour she fell asleep. Lying on my chest in a kangaroo-care position, her feverish forehead on my cheek, my nose smelling her ruffled hair, my arms around her, my lips occasionally kissing her. . . I FEEL THIS IS LIFE!
Originally posted as Facebook note on February 10, 2012


