November 2009
5 posts
Good Morning
His feet wake up first. Toes curl, soles flap a little. Then his fingers wiggle, wave. Knees twitch. Stretch.
Suddenly he is sitting up blinking. Yawn. He flops down to cuddle again. Nurses for a minute. Considers the day.
All our mornings are good.
Sweetness
It’s bedtime. The baby is curled in the crook of my arm. Nursing. He reaches over and rubs my tummy. Half asleep. His warm palm gliding over my belly. And it is the sweetest feeling in the world.
Bug Bites
Baby’s dermabond is peeling off slowly, and he has a nice pink scar. I’ll be starting the Mederma ointment today, and he will have a tiny bit more character around the eyebrow.
He has a bruise on his leg still from getting his knee stuck between the slats on the back of the chair a week ago. He wanted to be up at counter height to help in the kitchen. He was kneeling, wedged his knee...
