Eyeballs

So my little guy, age 2, is now able to escape from his pack-n-play where he sleeps at night. Well, last night at 3:30 am, I hear a little pitter-patter in the hallway. Next a little voice curiously calling "Mama...mama?" Then the little voice gets louder and more panicked as my little munchkin realizes no one else is up and it's dark at night..."MAMA--MAMA" he's calling! As I open my bedroom door, I am met by the sweetest and happiest grin I ever saw. "Hi!" Nathan greets me spontaneously. He was not pleased that after he melted my heart, he was carried back to his pack-n-play. Party over, bud.

7:00 am comes. I know, late for most, but the girls and I were all planning on sleeping until 8:00 on this glorious Saturday morning. It was still dark out, too, I might add. So here he comes again. He's calling for me and looking for his teddy bear. I let him come snuggle with me, wondering how this experiment will go. He's happy to comply. I try to doze off but can't resist peeking at him. He's silently entertaining himself making hand motions and such. Soon I feel him inching toward me, and then his little toes making runways up and down my backside. I half doze off again, and when I open my eyes, what should be there but his little face--a half inch from mine! Even better--his huge eyeballs wide open staring at mine. He breaks out in another big happy grin so I do, too. How can I resist! I'm exhausted but how can you be mad at something so cute. Really.