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she who makes the stars fall (gracefulmistake) wrote,
@ 2004-10-16 10:25:00
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    Current mood: satisfied

    First night with the kiddo.
    Last night was the first time I had ever stayed the night at Kev's with the kiddo there. Due to what we refer to as "the Shellie rules" (no smoking in the house when she's around, no affection besides hugs, no overnight guests) we had been able to avoid that one for a while. Which was okay with me because that little girl has a lot of power over her daddy's life and the thought of interrupting that made me nervous. Kev finally said, 'well, I think you're going to be around for a while,' so we decided to try it out and see how she reacted.

    Bright and early 9 a.m. Kev and I are cuddled up in his bed, both sick and sweating from tossing and turning all night. Look over to see Shellie shaking her dad to wake up for cartoons. Since I was awake anyway I went downstairs too, and if she was a little surprised to see me, she didn't act like it. "Good morning," I said to her. She just kind of smiled and then the three of us curled up on the couch to watch cartoons.

    Breakfast came next, and while Kev cooked bacon and eggs, Shellie and I watched some show about imaginary friends and practiced saying 'por favor' for please like the show said. Shellie couldn't say it really, she's so cute, it came out like 'por fuuuuh' at first but then she got it and she was so proud. It was freakin adorable. But even more adorable was when she curled up next to me on the couch and told me about her baby doll missing it's shoes and clothes, which she couldn't find anywhere. It made me feel all warm and special to know she likes me enough to curl up with me when her dad is not there. :)

    Maybe this kid thing won't be so bad after all. I mean, I really am just a big kid, right? :)



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