"There's that rogue piggie" was all Rob needed to say at 3:15 this morning. Evie wanted to nurse at that time, so he brought her to me. As she nursed, one little foot (known affectionately in our family as 'piggies') wandered over to him and patted him. She likes to know that we're both there. So there I was, lying there listening to the sweet little noises she makes when she nurses and running my fingers through her fine blonde hair. I started thinking about these precious little piggies.
These two little piggies that still fit in my hand. They still smell only like sweet baby feet. Since she started walking, they make the most precious pitter patter on our tile floors. She still prefers to bear crawl, so the pitter patter of her hands is much louder and more frequent, but she is getting more confident on her feet every day.
I thought back to the little piggies that felt like they were somewhere up near my heart when I was 9 months pregnant, pushing up my lungs so I could only take shallow, tiny breaths. Those same tiny piggies that showed one of those first signs of her designer genes. These pink little piggies used to always have a bluish tint to them, and are now just pink. The same ones that shoot up to her face whenever she wants to get a laugh out of us in the car, or swing toward her brother so he can tickle them.
Evie has had a habit of putting one (but sometimes both) little piggie up when she eats. If we're in a restaurant and she's in one of those boxy wooden highchairs, she's got one all the way up and she's chowin' away on whatever deliciousness sits in front of her. She's done this since she started sitting up to eat solids. I've joked with Rob that she does it because I am the comfiest when I have a foot up too, though not at the table!
I thought back to Ben's little piggies too. They are far from the tiny piggies they used to be. They are pre-teen boy feet, the same size as mine, and definitely smell like something other than sweet baby feet. I still love them, but they don't spend any time on my cheeks or getting kissed on these days. Once upon a time, I couldn't get enough of my precious boy's piggies!
I realized Ben's piggies were my first, and Evie's will be my last. It's so bittersweet, as I'm sure most moms can attest to. As we enter Evie's birthday month, I'm feeling especially nostalgic, a little sad, and my heart is full. As she turns 2, I wonder with great hope what these little piggies will lead her to in the future. They will take our girl on adventures to new places, meeting new people, and finding out who she is. For now, I'm going to soak in every moment of these sweet baby piggies, including when they go rogue and seem to have minds of their own.
As she ate her lunch today.
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