This morning I woke up on my side facing the edge of the bed. You know that freaky sensation where you "feel" someone there. I open my eyes and Noah is staring at me eye level smiling. I smiled back politely and roll towards the middle, leaving my back facing Noah.
Thats right, I turned my back on my poor, defenseless son.
I doze back off and in a few minutes I "feel" someone staring at me again. This was coupled with the feeling of a certain small body climbing up the foot of the bed and crawling up the bed between B and I. Then that "feeling' that someone was staring at me was coupled with a "certainty" that someone what slapping me on both cheeks. I open my eyes and Noah (and you thought he was poor and defenseless) is laying there smiling at me. So I did what any loving father would do.
I pushed him over to his mother and turned my back on him again. I slept very peacefully too...for about another hour.
At lunch today B and I were talking about this morning's adventures and I got the rest of the story. Apparently Noah was desperate to have someone to play with this morning, so when I rolled him over to B, he then began punching her face. Then played the same game of running back and forth between her bedside and the door trying to get her up.
That was our morning. :)
1 comment:
kudos for making us laugh. we loved this one.
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