I may be creating a bad habit, but since afternoon naps have become a battle, I have resigned to letting you sleep on me. Yesterday at Mammy and Papa’s house you slept on me for an hour and twenty minutes! I dozed off too, of course, but woke both of us up with a snore. We had a shared pool of drool and sweat. I may be creating a monster, but I love it. You are not a “sit still” kind of kid, and I soak in the moments when you are asleep and still on me. Our breathing finds a rhythm, and I sniff in the smell of your little head. It is far too rare and precious to pass up, even if it is forming a bad habit and I may regret it later. Right now it is our time.
You are pulling up on everything, and every once in a while you lose your grip and tumble, usually bonking your head on the floor. You cry hard, but not for long. It’s as if it hurts, sure, but you’re really wounded by the fact that your wobbly body let you down. Sweet lil explorer…
