I just spent an hour sitting here on the couch, reading a good book with my baby nestled in my arms. He grunted and cooed at me, sometimes his little eyes fluttering shut, other times looking at me with a grave old-man gaze. Daddy is gone, siblings off to bed. I have a million other things to do, some very important things to do... But nothing seemed quite as lovely as spending a quiet hour, sitting here on this couch, enjoying my little babe.
Zane spends a lot of time in his swing or on his bouncy chair. I hate that. I try to carry him around whenever we are out. He lays on the table with us when we are eating. I take him from room to room with us when he is awake. I lay him on the floor in the morning so he can enjoy the company of his brother and sister. I want him to feel part of our family.
But so very rarely, it seems, do I get him all to myself. So for now, just this little moment, it's mommy and boy together. Quiet.
1 year ago