Last night was a rough one. You went to sleep at 8 like normal, but woke
up screaming at 11. Your daddy went in
to try to comfort you, but you just kept screaming. Then I came in and tried to get you back to
sleep, but you just cried and cried. Finally, I got you changed and put you in
different PJs and went out into the living room to read books and drink apple
juice. You were happy as a clam as you
searched through your stash of books to select first one, then another, then
another, and another for me to read to you as the rest of the world slept. It was Sunday night, or, more accurately,
Monday morning and I had to work today.
But I suspect the days when your favorite thing to do is to be read to
over and over won’t last forever. So I
want to remember how earnestly you search through those books to find the one
you want, pick it up, and then proudly bring it over to me to read. You can’t quite get up on the couch yet, so you
climb and wiggle your way up to sit on the couch, cuddled into me, and we read. Sometimes I help you up and you giggle because you know I'm going to read your books to you. Every now and then you look up at me
with your great big blue eyes as if you’re trying to figure out how this
reading thing works. Soon, no doubt, you’ll
be able to read these stories to yourself.
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| Reading with Daddy |
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| Still love the Hungry Caterpillar sheets! |
You finally agreed to go back to sleep after 1 am after
snuggling and rocking in our chair with our pillow. Then you were up at 7am, right as rain, and
ready to play. I'm tired today, but someday I will miss those nights with just the two of us.
I love you.
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| Sleepy guy. |
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