Moma, what are you doin watching t.v.? I'm lounging in the office with the t.v. turned on to nothing really. I turn it off and ask if he wants me to walk him back to bed. Yes, and will you lay with me ?? "I will but not for very long, Moma's tired." I look at my phone. 9 p.m. and I'm spent. He takes my hand as we start down the stairs. "You're my boy..." I'm your tired, sick boy. "Sick boy??" I ask with laughter in my voice. I have 3 boo-boo's now... Oh? And the hiccups. He did...
I lay with him after we brush the crumbs away from his bed time snack. I remind him he should really eat crumbly snacks at the bar. I lay listening to our oldest on the phone in the room on the other side of the wall. Our middle son is sound asleep above me and in no time our youngest falls sound asleep hugging his blue bear we bought last year for Valentines. (his bear) It's 10:40 before I wake and head to my bed. He sleeps soundly until morning:
Rain today makes yesterday's sunrise all the more glorious.