ay de mi

It's so hard to leave the Animalia at my mom's house. Just hard.

I saw her at lunchtime and tried to nurse her and she seemed hungry but didn't really want to eat much. She wanted to chat. I imagine that she was telling me about her day so far. It was so great. Then I ate lunch and she lunged at my food. She's getting interested in big people food now. I tried to nurse her again and she latched on and ate and ate and ate until her belly was hard and full. And then she dozed off. She kind of yelled at me when I picked her up. She wanted to cuddle and sleep and eat and just hang out and I had to come back to work.

I miss her when I'm here. I feel like I should be with her, staring at her, watching her do the entertaining things that she does.

Lame.

On a lighter note, here's the conversation I imagined this morning:
Animalia (dressed as a hobo): Mamá?
Me: Yes, baby?
Hobo Animalia: Why do you have to go to work? Why can't you just stay with me?
Me: Baby girl, I have to work so that you have a house to live in and food to eat and a nice car to cruise around in.
Hobo Animalia: Mamá, no necesito esas cosas. (I don't need those things). ¿No me dijiste que me veo tan curiosa vestida como vagabunda? (Didn't you tell me that I look so cute dressed as a hobo?)
Me: Yes, Animalia. You DO look cute dressed as a hobo. But real life hobos aren't cute.
Hobo Animalia: Oh. Really?
Me: Yes, Animalia. Really.