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let sleeping babies lie


pic of the day: pic 2
a little sleeping tree frog
that funny position in the pic of the day is the way john almost always sleeps. sometimes when i put him down he'll be a little on his side, but within 30 seconds you hear a thump and know he flopped to his back and threw his arms over his head.

i don't believe in tiptoeing around the house because the baby's asleep. my child can sleep anywhere - did i mention that he fell asleep on my head while riding on my shoulders at mardi gras, during a parade? i was still running up to floats to get goodies for him when my dad said to me, "you know your kid is passed out, right?" so this morning when john was still asleep as i was leaving the house (his nana is in town and he's staying with her today instead of daycare) i turned on his bedroom light to snap the pic of the day.

he hasn't slept quite right since daylight savings time. i suppose it throws us all off a bit. he didn't nap that day, and was up every hour the next night. (i didn't go to him - just let him cry it out.) when i went in to get him up on monday morning, he had kick-propelled himself to the head of his crib and was crumpled against the headboard. he was also half-naked, having kicked his pj pants right off. he looked up at me and gave the most pitiful little sniff/sob you've ever heard - "i'm so neglected and unloved!"

i didn't believe him. but i DID scoop him up and love on him until he smiled. 'cause let's face it - a baby smile is the greatest way to start a mama's day. it's my drug of choice.

but i was good this morning. i let the sleeping tree frog rest in peace. even though he would have been all warm and snuggly, and even tho he's fresh from a bath last night and would have smelled all sweet and spicy. but no. i turned the light back off, whispered, "i love you, john," and left for work.
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