10 p.m.

July 14, 2010

Juice is laying on his playmat, swatting at his black-and-white bells.  He can’t decide if he’s happy or miserable.  He’s wearing a grey and white striped onesie, very college-prep, and kicking his legs and complaining about all those darn toots.  His face is starting to get round; his eyes seem more open; and I think he smiled at my mom today…he is at the very least looking generally pleased with things from time to time – the sound of his sister’s voice, peekaboo with Herbie, a really good burp…

Herbie ran out to get more water – it’s hot in Phoenix.  He hasn’t even eaten dinner yet.  It’s sitting on the kitchen table, abandoned when Juice demanded attention at dinner time.  Cold flautas…yum.

Moo is supposedly asleep in her big girl bed, although she’s already ducked out twice to beg for help finding Hop, who is “lost,” which really means he’s laying right in the middle of her pillow, and even Moo can’t hide her smile when she asks us for help.  But we don’t mind.  Another chance to kiss her bed head and wish her sweet dreams doesn’t bother me at all.  Lately when she goes to bed she asks to talk for a few moments, and then for two songs.  Tonight we talked about her new night light, which looks like the moon at night and switches to the sun in the morning.  Then I sang “A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes,” and “Night Night Moo.”  With a little chaser of “Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo” as per her polite request.  She knows Herbie and I will pretty much always agree to sing another song or two.

I really do want to try and write more – try for every day, just to capture these fleeting new-baby times…they’re so ephemeral, and bittersweet, and painful at times.

But today I spent almost the whole day cuddling my baby on the couch, dozing in and out with him, and kissing his sweet head.  He’s starting to make cute little baby noises.  “Ah-ahhh-ooooo.”

Today was a good day.

Juice is getting sick of the bells – there’s another load of laundry to do, bottles to wash, ice cream to resist, a baby to swaddle and another night to wish I was sleeping instead of obsessing over Juice’s grunts.

But I don’t mind so much.

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