I sat in the rocking chair tonight to put Porter to sleep and as I started to nurse him his eyes immediately closed. He was sooooo tired after a long, sniffly day. He finished eating, and his eyes popped open, which is unusual because he is usually lights out by then. He has discovered his tongue lately, and it is THE CUTEST thing ever when he sticks it out waaaay far and plays with it. He looked up at me and started playing with his tongue and we gazed into each other's eyes. He would stick his tongue out at me, and then I sould stick mine out at him. He would smile, and that obviously would make me smile. We concentrated on each other's faces for eight whole minutes (I just happened to glance at the clock), smiling and sticking our tongues out and in, out and in. It was pure bliss. Then he turned and nursed himself back to sleep.
I read a poem on my friend Veronica's blog tonight and I loved it, especially the end. (click to read the whole thing)
'The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep'