The Kicker

A few weeks ago, Olivia started in with the kicking. It started when she would play on the floor. She'd lay on her back and kick both of her legs up and down in unison. In other words, both of her heels come crashing to the floor at the same time.

Well, the funniest thing about this is that she now does it in bed. Usually, I lay her down asleep. But when she wakes up in the middle of the night to eat, I lay her right back down after she's been properly fed, burped and changed. She usually smiles at me and goes in with the kicking. I go back to bed.

Well, for about the last two weeks, I can hear her from our room (all the way across the house) with the kicking. Thump, thump, thump. For ten minutes or more. She usually doesn't fuss or even talk to herself. She just kicks until she's tired of kicking, and then she falls asleep. I know this because I have, at times, pulled myself out of bed to make sure she didn't strangle herself in the kicking process (don't ask me how...this is just the type of thing that runs through the mind of a new mom), and she's always lying there peacefully, asleep, with her blanket bunched up around her chest and her legs exposed.

She cracks me up.

Anyway, I'm wasting precious naptime online when I have too-small baby clothes scattered all over the floor waiting to be sorted and stored.