Oh those little hands. As I carried him to his bed tonight and referred to him as my baby and was corrected by James, I am so painfully aware of how quickly my little baby is growing up. I try not to show it but I am already straining to carry him and I think back to when he was so small and so light.
Granny Pat babysat last night and I missed Christopher when I got home even though he would have been asleep in his cot ordinarily it just feels weird and horrible when I don't have the comfort of knowing that I can go and look at him sleeping whenever the urge takes me. I often think to myself that I must take full advantage of watching my little angel sleep while I can. Before he gets to an age when he would be mortified at waking up to find me watching over him.
Met friends last night to go to movies and we were having such a good chat we forgot all about going to the movies and had dinner instead. Nice when that happens- athough I think we may have been one of those loud, gaffawing, shrieking tables that you dread when you are going out for a nice quiet civilised meal. But we had fun...and were uncivilised.
Tonight, Christopher stroked my hair as we lay on the bed - our nightly routine when I give him his last bottle. My husband called me his soulmate (despite the fact that I am tired and grouchy). Life is good.
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