Mondays

Historically, Mondays have been a bear at the Fantastic household. Ava's so happy on the weekends, having her family around that come Monday when Momma kisses her bebe head and walks out the door, she knows something is amiss. We (Ava and I) normally have a good time of playing and eating, but there comes a point in the day where she's just sick of me and wants the boob.

I have to admit that it makes me feel more than a little useless when i know exactly what she wants, but i am unable to give it to her. Though, i also have to admit that it is MUCH LESS of a problem now-a-days than it was in the past. She's able to play and entertain herself on her own and i think that all of the new information gained by her mobility distracts her from the fast that her bewbies are not in the house and won't be for several hours.

i guess i'm just mentioning the past in order to better describe the present - in which she has been in an extremely good mood as of late. even on Mondays. Right now, she is sleeping, with her big legs flared out, rainbow leggings keeping her warm and pretty lips dreaming of milks. She's simply perfect.