2005.06.07 - one day on, one day off -
Sunday, as you know, terrible. Monday, mostly great. Today, the afternoon and evening was a little awful once again.
Between fusses I love him to pieces. I've been following Everett's lead and giving Truman lots of kisses, and of course, muchos besos. Today we were kissing in Spanish and in English, big fast cheek kisses, he loves them.
I think we made some connection today, too, he seemed to really focus on my face - for the first time, it was a prolonged, meaningful focus. *sniff* My little boy's growing up so fast!
We spent most of the morning driving around, and you know, he really loves the car. He's always so quiet and sweet while we're toodling about, while I'm caffeinating myself at every available outlet. Even when we get out and I transfer him to the sling, I'd think I'd lose my window of quiet - but he keeps hanging on, lets me deal with his brother, he stays sweet and perfect and cute until I get him home and fail to feed him promptly, efficiently, with singled-minded focus. Then we're again battling the wails.
But tonight, it's late, very late, and he's been in bed - in his real own cradle - since 10, sweetly snoozing cozied up with all his hand-knit blankies. This I could get used to.
And how could I not have told you this? Today, we took the very most sweet photo you've ever seen of Truman and his army daddy, in the woods.
truman and his army daddy