leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For now. He's crawling now, and my life revolves around him. I spend my days trying to make him smile (an easy job - he's a happy guy) and my nights trying to send him every happy vibe in me for sweet dreams. He giggles in his sleep sometimes, and my heart becomes so full of love it hurts. He has nightmares too sometimes, and it breaks me, the pathetic little sobs of despair still half-asleep. I am reassured though, that when I bolt to the crib, and put my finger in his hand, and whisper "shhh", his cries stop, and his breathing slows, and he falls right back to sleep. P.S. No matter how much you vacuum, they will find the one string or fuzzy that was not picked up, and they will taste it and freak you out about "germies", but they will probably still be okay, because you know good and well you put far worse things in your mouth when you were a baby. 2:05 p.m. - May 04, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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