So sometimes I have to do the whole mom-blog thing. Even if I am rather eager to tell you how good these dark chocolate merlot cookies are when adapted to be made skillet cookie style…please do check in on Saturday for the results of that rather obviously delicious marriage :)
It’s definitely fall – I can feel it in the air, see it in the colours, taste it in my favourite pumpkin muffins and scones, and hear it in my weak-lunged little one’s chest. It’s amazing to me how quickly a kid can go from fine to siiiiiiick, and I hate hearing his wheezy little breaths as he tries to keep up his regular playing pace. From the slightest change in weather to eating one meal without washing his hands to one trip to the babysit at church, he seems to pick up every passing cold and cough. I’m hoping we can get it sorted out before baby arrives since I certainly don’t want the baby to catch anything too early, nor do I want to be up all night holding TWO crying kids!
I honestly don’t know how single parents do it – my every hat is off to you if you are one or were one. I go a little crazy even thinking about the possibility, and for now I’m just thankful the one inside remains remarkably low maintenance when it comes to care. I am not one of those people who itches to “meet” my baby or hopes to have it early to eliminate discomfort – I know how much easier it is to please on the inside :)
Rubbing my little guy’s back at naptime yesterday and again last night when I was busy trying to bake, prepare for a psychology midterm presentation, do philosophy homework, and get the long-overdue bathrooms cleaned reminded me of these words:
Some things are more important than chores and responsibilities, deadlines and productivity. And I was rewarded with the beautiful reminder that there is nothing sweeter than watching a barely 2-year-old’s thick, thick eyelashes finally lay still on his big, soft baby cheeks, his mouth in a tiny smile because he took one last peek to make sure his mom was still there beside him on the bed.
And all this in the same month he transitioned to his big boy bed and threw out his soother without a backwards glance. He’s growing up so fast and soon to be a big brother, but as long as he has those big baby cheeks, I will look at him sleeping and think there really is nothing sweeter than a sleeping baby.