Each morning that I am home with her, which is not often because of work, this is how we start our day. We are either watching Bubble Guppies or watching a few BBS videos. I pour myself a cup of coffee on this snow day and cue up the videos for her. YouTube has a section with 200 Big Block videos. 200?! Surely they haven't made 200 videos, but if it makes her happy to watch a few, then so be it. Any animosity I have towards the children's videos melt away when I see her laugh and start dancing.
"Mama, blop! Blop!" she yells with delight. I watch her twirl in circles and then sway from side to side with the music. She runs over and hugs me around the knees, gently laying her head on my legs. I watch her with a smile on my face, and suddenly I love Big Block Singsong, too. Not because it is highly entertaining (okay, maybe a little), but because I may not have experienced this moment with my daughter that made my heart almost swell out of my chest.
It's days like this that I realize how lucky I am. A lot of days are hard for me, and sometimes I struggle to find the joy. Even though the weather outside is crummy, and people are complaining about losing more vacation days, I don't even have time to think about all that. Right now I'm smoothing out my baby's hair, stroking her cheek, and listening to her giggle. I put down my coffee cup and we begin to make up silly dances in front of the TV. She motions for me to pick her up, and we continue to dance around.
I smile happily during the 4th, 5th, and 6th time that day when she asks me for "big blop."