Wednesday, January 25, 2012
One of the things I love about my son is that he still likes to sit in my lap when he wakes up to drink his cup of milk. Twice a day I get to snuggle up with him on the couch and kind of pretend he is still a baby. I love the smell of his little head when he wakes up. I love that he insists on holding the stuffed dog he sleeps with while he sits on my lap. Maybe I am babying him too much, I worry about that from time to time. He is, after all, almost 2 years old (AH!). But then I remember that for the rest of his life he will never again sit in my lap and drink milk and that is sad! So as long as he still wants to, then I do too. Unless, of course, he still wants to when he is like...8 years old. That would be weird.