Tell me this doesn't break your heart into a million pieces
Last night I was asleep. Deep sleep. As in, dark everywhere, deep breathing, no one awake in the house but our one cat who's the night owl. Sleeping, dreaming... until, I felt a small hand patting my cheek. Oblivious, I probably kept sleeping, but the warm hand kept petting my cheek over and over (and over again). Finally, I stirred enough to wake. But only to lift one eyelid.
I am looking straight into my almost 6-month-old daughter's face. She's grinning.
Her little hand, moves from my face and begins patting my chest. This is the baby sign to nurse. So we do. No sooner does she finish up, she falls back asleep.
She's a smart one isn't she?
I am looking straight into my almost 6-month-old daughter's face. She's grinning.
Her little hand, moves from my face and begins patting my chest. This is the baby sign to nurse. So we do. No sooner does she finish up, she falls back asleep.
She's a smart one isn't she?
Labels: kid wittisms, The Peanut
