I could just, honestly, watch you sleep for hours…of course, that would first mean that you would sleep for hours. Wouldn’t that be nice? Heavenly, really!
I get such a kick out of watching the faces you make and hearing you talk in your sleep about Batman’s rope or his “titity belt” (utility belt).
Your chest rising and failing. Your lips puckered. Eyelashes so long. Every day I have to remind myself not to just crawl onto our bed next to you and hold you….doing so would surely wake you and, Lord knows, I NEEEEEEED that 45 minutes to sit on the floor next to the bed and breathe and try to figure out how to get you to stop hitting kids. And, laundry..of course, laundry.
It’s so funny to see which pajama pants you want to wear for each nap and always even more fun to remind you that your 3 pair of batman pants are dirty and then argue with you for at least 5 minutes about why you can’t wear them.
but it’s when you wake up that I get the biggest kick.
And watching you sleep during your nap is almost as awesome as 7:19 pm at night when I get 12 GLORIOUS hours to myself…and I dare watch you at night in your crib, for some reason you can smell me in your sleep and wake up the second I even open the door to look at you.
Funny little thing you are…..
one of these days, you won’t nap at all and I will look back on the 45 minutes you gave me each day and wish upon stars that you’d go back to that. I dread the day you nap no more.
Until then…I love your bed head and your lip/nose/nipple fascination…and I love you even more!