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Thursday, December 31, 2009
Naptime Nostalgia* (forgive the copyright infringement Amy)
Rogers & Hammerstein may love raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, but Little Bits -- let me tell you what one of my favourite things in the entire universe is...it goes something like this and it just happened five minutes ago:
I'm working in the kitchen, you're entertaining yourself; and then decide it's time to blow this popsicle stand and make your way out of said space. You crawl down the hall, moving your bottom with significant and sassy force (showing off your mobility I suppose?).
You're intrepid, and I am not as quick.
"Holden," I call. "Where are you? Mommy can't see you." There are four doors down the hall -- your nursery is the first on the right, a bathroom caddy-corner from your room, and just beyond lies the 'master' bedroom and a guest bedroom (with Daddy's closet) that you love to play in.
And I hear a muffled little squawk from your room, which actually surprises me because if you're going to get into mischief your room is never your first choice for juicy baby antics -- and you're usually very quiet.
But you're not being anything but a million varieties of adorable.
You've got one of your (three) lovies in hand and laying with your stomach and head on your mattress with your legs on the floor...
You look at me inquisitively, show me your lovey as if to say "Mom, is it time?"
And I respond appropriately: "You'd like to take a nap now?" Which make sense because it is almost naptime and you were up an hour earlier today. So I close your drape (ok, I close the sheet hung over a shower curtain rod -- ghetto I know), give you some milk, snuggle up and you're asleep before I even get comfortable.
It's not even 10 am and I feel perfection in the air...at least for this moment.
PS. My friend Amy has this adorable blog, and she calls it Naptime Nostalgia... but they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?