>> Saturday, July 10, 2010
"Geggup, Mama. Hungy."
There was no convincing him otherwise.
So crabby, crabby
I dragged myself out of bed to spread peanut butter on toast.
But then I sat down at the table with him
and he looked so cute with his lug nut bruise and his grin and speckled with skeeter bites
and I realized that I don't get many of these moments,
just the two of us while the house sleeps.
I want to remember these little moments. The ones that can drive me a bit mad, but that make up this life we're living. Because it's actually quite easy to forget.
(**Edited to add: the video cut off when I was uploading it so the cutest part is missing. :( I may get the full version up later. Maybe not.)
The cuteness wore off as the morning wore on and the Tired hit hard, so I capture and post and watch to remind myself that it's worth it. To savor the aftertaste of the good parts instead of the tough.
(Cuteness and coffee go a long way in powering through a bad case of the tireds.)
(It is quite likely that no one but the grandmas cares to watch this. But that's OK. I still think it's just the cutest thing ever, especially at the end.)
(And I know it sounds like I smoke a pack a day, but I assure you it's just the whole just got up and it's 5am voice.)