The cupid's bow lips, softly together. The quiet sound of his breathing, quietly and steadily with an occasional deep breath or sigh. His perfect little face; skin soft and kissable. Long eyelashes resting gently upon his cheeks, how sweet! I could sit there and watch him for hours.... just don't tell anyone - I DO sit there and loose long moments in time, mesmerised by his perfection!
And then it is time to wake up.... in the morning there are coos and gaa's and lots of talking & babbling in his cot.
But, sometimes there is crying. Insistent 'pick me up or I'll die' kind of cries... and the 'mum, I neeeeeed you' cries and the 'I don't want to go to sleep' ones too. Sometimes I can resist the latter.... but often I pick him up! He's only small for such a little time.... babies can't learn bad habits - yeah right! But I guess that's my choice to make!
And then comes the fun part - the awake times.... but more about that later, I can hear a little voice calling from the cot :-)
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