Baby Sha
You are a busy, busy boy. You can creep crawl anywhere you want to go. Go, go, go. Especially places you aren't really supposed to go. Like under the coffee table or the end tables or to help your Pa when he is fixing. Your going to be handy. I can tell already. You are inquisitive and busy trying to learn everything there is to know about anything you can get your hands on.
You can give kisses. But not on demand. You puck your lips and smack them. There is about a 10 minute delay between the time we give you a kiss and the time you decide to kiss us back.
You can wave. Bye, bye, Ma. You do it all the time. Even when I'm not going anywhere. Especially, when I'm not going anywhere. Because you want to be alone with Pa. It doesn't matter where he is, you need to be by his side. Or against him or slapping him or playing with him or cuddling him. You are a Daddy's boy.
You make us cry. Pa can look at you in the dark, when we are all curled up as a family watching a movie, and cry. We are so lucky. We say it over and over and over again. We are so lucky. Just because you are here. I cry if I watch you sleep. It touches my heart in ways you can't begin to imagine, until you too are a Pa.
You give us silence. Pa and I have many silent dinners. The conversations are always about you and how cute you are, the new things you do, all of our worries and then silence. The silent pause of reflection where no words are necessary. I can read his mind and he can read mine. And we chew and swallow and sit and read each other's thoughts and think about how fortunate we are to have you to complete us.
You snuggle. Only when you are exhausted from a long day of busyness. Then you snuggle up tight right where you belong.
We have so many dreams for you. Ahhhhh.
You are getting another top tooth. Woo hoo! And you love Auntie's kitty, Jinx.
Good night, Prince.
You can give kisses. But not on demand. You puck your lips and smack them. There is about a 10 minute delay between the time we give you a kiss and the time you decide to kiss us back.
You can wave. Bye, bye, Ma. You do it all the time. Even when I'm not going anywhere. Especially, when I'm not going anywhere. Because you want to be alone with Pa. It doesn't matter where he is, you need to be by his side. Or against him or slapping him or playing with him or cuddling him. You are a Daddy's boy.
You make us cry. Pa can look at you in the dark, when we are all curled up as a family watching a movie, and cry. We are so lucky. We say it over and over and over again. We are so lucky. Just because you are here. I cry if I watch you sleep. It touches my heart in ways you can't begin to imagine, until you too are a Pa.
You give us silence. Pa and I have many silent dinners. The conversations are always about you and how cute you are, the new things you do, all of our worries and then silence. The silent pause of reflection where no words are necessary. I can read his mind and he can read mine. And we chew and swallow and sit and read each other's thoughts and think about how fortunate we are to have you to complete us.
You snuggle. Only when you are exhausted from a long day of busyness. Then you snuggle up tight right where you belong.
We have so many dreams for you. Ahhhhh.
You are getting another top tooth. Woo hoo! And you love Auntie's kitty, Jinx.
Good night, Prince.
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