While there are nights that my son really upsets me, tonight was the opposite-- a really fun night. Perhaps I'm becoming a bit more acclimated to the motherhood thing. Coffee dumped on the family pictures? Oh, well-- let's mop it up. Dumping his chicken spaghetti in his milk cup and then using that concoction to gel his hair? Dig out the baby wipes.
The best part of the night was Mark running through the first floor and giving our legs a full body hug. As I picked him up, he giggled uncontrollably. That toddler tummy is perfect for zerbitts.
We put him to bed and he was like Olivia, negotiating for more books. He wedges his head between the pillows on his bed. We ask him if he wants us to start his lullaby CD and we hear the little voice say, "Uh-huh."
Tonight, it's good to be Mark's mommy.
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