I can't believe it's already Wednesday, smack dab in the middle of the work week. I feel like just yesterday it was Sunday evening- relaxing with mom and dad, settling back into the flow of things, gearing up for the grind again. I woke up earlier this morning- it was about 8:30 when mommy heard me crying for her. She sprung out of bed, tossed on a fuzzy robe, and came into my room. Mom always does this thing where she knocks twice on my doorframe, and greets me with a warm "hello there". She asks me how I slept, and though I cannot tell her with words- she knows that I spent my night burrowed in the corner of my crib, sleeping ever so softly. As I fell asleep the night before, I remember feeling my mom pick me up, put me on her chest, and carry me into my room. She put me down gently, and carefully placed my warm blanket over my tiny body. She gave me a soft kiss on my forehead, and tip-toed out of my room- closing my door quietly as she left. I nuzzled my head deep into the cushioned crib, took in a deep breath- and exhaled. As the air came out of my lungs, my mind began to drift- off into the dream world, I was now asleep. Laying there dormant, I began to snore. It was more a faint, occasional, snort than anything; but I was snoring nonetheless. My mom says I always look so peaceful when I sleep; as though I am dreaming in the garden of eden- letting my mind go astray. I slept the whole night through, dreaming of everything little boys dream of; snakes, snails, puppy-dog tails, and everything in between. I woke up face down in a pool of drool (hey, that rhymes!) It stuck to my face as I lifted my head and let out a small whimper, and my mom came to my rescue. She lifted me gently out of my blanketed cocoon and kissed me delicately. I was changed into a clean diaper and freshly laundered clothes; my mom lifted me into the air gingerly, and gave me a modest little smooch on my round, apple-like cheeks. I clung to her shirt, looking to her for safety, and she looked down at me with a sense of enchantment in her eyes. She said, "I love you, booger" and gave me another little kiss, this time closer to my neck. I giggled with joy and gave her a big, toothless smile. She had no choice but to laugh back at me, seeing the bliss that just radiated from within me was extraordinary to her. She says that she has never in her life seen such a ridiculously delightful little kid, and she was so thankful that I'm all hers. My itty-bitty hands reached out and touched what felt like a cloud from heaven as I sat down on the couch with her for a bit. Afterwards, as my mom was preparing a new bottle for me- I got to have some tummy-time. Boy, do I love tummy-time! By the time mom got back from making me my ba-ba, I was halfway across the room. As I inched across the living room floor, I felt super-human. I was a big boy now! After coming in and seeing me 5 feet from where she originally put me, my mom decided that she would give me more tummy time and save the bottle for later. As I crawled, I looked up at my mom; she glowed with such pride. I know that these were some of the moments that she would treasure forever. Finally, I got sick of tummy time- I just wanted to be dandled warmly, and fed some milk. As a lay there in my mothers arms, I felt content- so alive, yet so jaded; I was satisfied and wanted to drift off into Neverland. My mom watched as my eyes flickered shut, and the bottle tumbled out of my mouth. Excess milk poured down my cheek, and in an instant I was a slave to the sandman.
