Just Call Me Goo Monster

Ok so anyone who knows me knows that I am not exactly the most emotional person in the world.  I can be crude and blunt and, well, a jerk.  I'm ok with it.  It's me.  I say what's on my mind and I don't have much of a filter.  I've gotten better over the years but people don't change that much. 

So this whole new world of melting every time Baby Girl does something new or something really cute is just crazy to me!  I mean, the kid is just ridiculously cute and almost every freaking thing she does is cute.  She even has a 'cute cry' as my husband and I like to call it.  The I-will-do-anything-and-give-you-anything-you-want-to-ease-your-pain kind of cry. 

So I am now giving myself the title of Goo Monster.  Why?  Because whenever this kid does something cute, I mean REALLY cute, my heart starts to swell, eyes start to tear up and I melt into a giant pile of goo onto the floor and I hug the crap right out of her.  I can't help it. 

Case in point:

When I went to pick my little angel up from my Mom's house last night, she was laying down with my Mom.  No one makes this kid laugh the way my Mom does.  So she was having a blast playing with Nana.  Baby Girl always gives me a big smile when I walk into the room.  I melted the first few hundred times, but I'm past it now.

So, I got my usual smile when I walked in and then I expected her to go right back to paying attention to Nana instead of me.  Not this time.  When I reached down for Baby Girl to pick her up, she reached back.  She stuck those chubby little arms right up in the air and reached for me. 

HEART.
TEAR.
GOO.

She has NEVER reached for me before.  She usually sticks her arms out to the side and starts kicking like she's all excited for me to pick her up but she has never actually reached for me before.  It was ridiculously amazing and I don't think I will ever forget how much my heart swelled at that very moment. 

Yup, just call me the Goo Monster.
(catchy blog title don't you think?)