This morning, he didn’t cry.
We pooped twice. Well, not “we,” just “he.”
We watched the ceiling fan. (it’s Eli’s favorite show.)
And we wondered why Mom always held a camera up to her face.
And while he was so busy being big and watching me be silly using my high-pitched voice and saying “Mommy Loves You,” over and over and over again,
I couldn’t believe two things.
One, that this is the same baby as last Monday.
and two, that I could ever, ever be so lucky to be his Mama.