Girl's Club...

Reece went back to work this week.

It's something I've been dreading since the day I gave birth. Who would help me change diapers? Who would fill up my water when I was stuck on the couch nursing for hours at a time? Who would hold the baby when I needed to crash? Most importantly, who would bring me soft serve ice cream cones when the hormones took over?

Parenthood doesn't seem nearly as scary when you have someone to back you up all the time.

As much as I willed it not to, Monday did come. Lola and I woke up to kiss daddy goodbye. We both shed a few tears as we watched him drive away. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life.

We are now on Day 3 without Reece, and I have to say, I am really enjoying our girl time.

We curl up together and watch girly TV shows (Grey's Anatomy, Friends, Gilmore Girls).
We curl up together and watch chick flicks (17 Again, Enchanted, Pride and Prejudice).
We curl up together and make each other laugh.
We curl up together for our afternoon nap.
We go for long walks around the neighborhood.
Lola swings and talks to me while I make dinner.
Lola lets me play dress up with her. That ridiculously large wardrobe will NOT go to waste.

Life with Lola is lovely.

In fact, I'm thinking about making a sign for the front door that says, "No Boys Allowed."

And because I'm a doting mother, here's a picture of Lola girl's ensemble today: