Baby's first snot bubble
I love him so much it hurts. Really, really hurts when he's not here. I want to go into his room and put his blanket over his little body, tuck in his little toes, keep him warm and tight. And listen to his breathing.
Before I was a mother those photos would gross me out. (egh there's meant to be a photo of Leith's first snot bubble here but Now that I'm his mother I want to hold him, wipe his face dry with the sleeve of my shirt, brush his hair, sing him a song and make him smile again.
When all the cows were sleeping,
and the moon had gone to bed,
up jumped the scarecrow!
And this is what he said:
I'm...
a...
dingly dangly scarecrow with a flippy floppy hat!
I can shake my hands like this!
And shake my feet like that!
Before I was a mother those photos would gross me out. (egh there's meant to be a photo of Leith's first snot bubble here but Now that I'm his mother I want to hold him, wipe his face dry with the sleeve of my shirt, brush his hair, sing him a song and make him smile again.
When all the cows were sleeping,
and the moon had gone to bed,
up jumped the scarecrow!
And this is what he said:
I'm...
a...
dingly dangly scarecrow with a flippy floppy hat!
I can shake my hands like this!
And shake my feet like that!