UP day tu.
Life will never, ever be as sweet as it is right now. I know that. I'm afraid of that. Afraid of how great it is now and how now is so temporary. Our parents are young, healthy, active. We are young, full of potential, bright-eyed, even, excited. Keaton is blossoming. Our jobs are ones we love and they afford us our modest lifestyle without too much financial pain. And most of the time we have the ability to slow down and enjoy what we have.
So yeah, I think life will never be as sweet as this.
Today Keaton's cold (? ear infection? sinus infection?) is as its worst yet and he just played all night with me anyway, giggling and teasing and hiding and seeking and communicating. I made an emergen-C drink with too little water so it would taste like juice. I gave him a sip and he grinned, did a little dance and signed "more." We repeated this until the drink was gone, at which point he signed "more" and I said "no more, all gone" and he shook his head "no." Then he took the cup, dramatically tilted his head back and emptied the last drop, and then walked over to me, put the cup down and walked away. That's communication right there. Incredible.
After much struggling to breathe he finally managed to nurse to sleep tonight and I just stayed holding him in my arms, rocking, thinking about how absolutely incredible he is.
I wish he'd get better. He's been congested for 3 of the last 4 weeks. I feel like we should hole up at home and let him rest but somehow we're always out and about getting things done. Maybe this weekend will be for rest.
So yeah, I think life will never be as sweet as this.
Today Keaton's cold (? ear infection? sinus infection?) is as its worst yet and he just played all night with me anyway, giggling and teasing and hiding and seeking and communicating. I made an emergen-C drink with too little water so it would taste like juice. I gave him a sip and he grinned, did a little dance and signed "more." We repeated this until the drink was gone, at which point he signed "more" and I said "no more, all gone" and he shook his head "no." Then he took the cup, dramatically tilted his head back and emptied the last drop, and then walked over to me, put the cup down and walked away. That's communication right there. Incredible.
After much struggling to breathe he finally managed to nurse to sleep tonight and I just stayed holding him in my arms, rocking, thinking about how absolutely incredible he is.
I wish he'd get better. He's been congested for 3 of the last 4 weeks. I feel like we should hole up at home and let him rest but somehow we're always out and about getting things done. Maybe this weekend will be for rest.