I tell no lies

So we have a routine established at our house.   We've never had a routine before.   Not even a tiny bit of one.   But now Piper's here and the almighty Mom's On Call told me I needed a routine and I obeyed.   Shocker but it's working.  It's working really well.    As in, the Pipes hardly fusses at all.  And she's super "independent".  Not sure if a baby is ever independent but what I mean is... she lays or sits wherever I put her and plays right by herself until nap time. That's like 1 1/2 to 2 hours of playing.   I'm not bragging...  Piper's just awesome is all.   Fact.          

Anyway, at the end of the day some days, I'm almost sad when 7 rolls around and she's wanting to go to bed because I feel like we haven't played with her all day.   So Carey and I have started laying down on the floor to play and talk with her before bed.   She talks back to us....   And makes little Carey facial expressions like "Mama guess what.   Guess what daddy just said to me"  My heart then explodes within me and I have to try not to cry for how much I love her.  It feels almost like a kind of grief. Then I get over my drama and play with her some more.   It's a tiring process for me.

What was I saying?

Oh yeah.

So Carey especially likes to lay and talk to her.   The most common game he plays with her is to say "Piper can you say Hi"   and ya'll.... I PROMISE, cross my heart and hope to die, the girl says hi back.    It happens so fast and she immediately starts telling him a long story after wards so I can never get it on camera as proof but today we were at mama's house and she did it with mama sitting right there.   It was a Christmas miracle.

I don't want to hear that her saying hi is like telling her to say coo. No sir.  I still think she's a genius.   I know every mother thinks that but they're obviously biased and would of course think that.   I'm not.  She's a genius.

Plain. And. Simple.

(Pride goeth, Lord.  I know this.  I'm only half serious.)

(Ok, that's a lie.  Sorry.  I'll work on it.)