Unconditional Love

I thought I knew what it meant to unconditionally love someone. I have a husband that I love no matter what. I have a dog that I love no matter what. I thought I had unconditional love understood. I was wrong. My Nylabear has taught me what it really means.

Unconditional love is...

1. ...getting peed on.
I've been testing my luck the last few days. Miss Nyla has the sweetest buns in the world! I have chanced fate and snuck my fingers in the back of her diaper to give them a little squeeze in the day. I was able to avoid being peed on until this morning. Damnit. But was I grossed out? No. I laughed, washed my hands, and am now plotting how to do it again...without the bodily activity.

2. ...catching your baby's barf in your hands.
Nyla is spitting up like crazy. I looked it up online and most sources say that baby spit up is at its height around 4 months. That's Nyla's age, and she sure is living up to the statistic! This morning, I heard the familiar gurgle; baby barf was coming. Instead of flustering around, searching for a burp cloth, I just cupped my hand at the bottom of her chin and caught her spit up. That's right, I caught her baby barf with my bare hands. Disgusting. 

3. ...having fresh baby barf on your shirt and still snuggling.
My whole family has joined in on this one. Nyla has a newfound love of drooling and spitting up on everyone. Thankfully, we all love this little monkey, so we don't have panic attacks, screaming "Ahhhh my shirt!" No one does that; they actually go "oh, it's okay!" and pull Nyla in closer for a snuggle. Sweet family!

4. ...having slobbery kisses.
I like kissing my babygirl. I give her kisses on her cheeks, arms, legs, tummy, and her lips. Sometimes, when I'm lucky, right at the moment of the kiss, Nyla has a spit bubble. Yum.

These are all things that have happened just since Nyla woke up this morning at 6:15. She's just a ball of activity lately! Lots of bodily functions, lots of shimmying around the living room, lots of nap time.

Sitting up with her new friend. 

As I write this, she has just finished kicking and squealing in joy in her vibrating chair, and has fallen asleep. She looks like she's locked in and holding on for a roller coaster ride. :) I love this monkey.

Locked and loaded for nap time.