DYLANism: That’s not roses…
To bring you up to speed, we have been working on manners lately in our house, especially in the expulsion of gas, trying to instill that its not as funny as they would believe and to always say, “excuse me”. Mommy says they get that from my side of the family.
Also, Dylan has taken to the habit of falling asleep in my bed when she goes to bed. Its probably wrong of us to allow this right now but its the path of least resistance at bed time.
When I come to bed I pick her up and move her to her bed. She’s usually so asleep I can either cradle her in front of me or put her on my shoulder and she’ll never wake up.
Last night was no exception. I went to bed by first clearing her bed and pulling the covers down. Then, I went to my bedroom and found her sleeping soundly. I scooped her up by cradling her this time. I slid one hand under her shoulders and the other hand under her bum.
I held her tight as to not disturb her or whack her head on the bed post (again). Its not easy lately as she is literally getting bigger each night it seems. But truly, this is one of the highlights of my day as I take this child, all innocent in my arms, to her bed.
Last night however, just as I reached the arch of my doorway she really pooted in the palm of my hand. I mean it was a flat-smack in the middle of my hand good three second relief…. in the middle of my hand! I felt set up.
I looked down and this little cherub was still asleep. But a second later I reached her doorway and her eyes opened in a squint, seemingly to catch my reaction. And then she cracked an itty-bitty smile, before her eyes went shut again. She got me good!
I went back to my bed and I asked mommy, “Did you hear what Dylan just did? She pooted in my hand as I took her to bed!”
Mommy responded in her half-asleep stupor, “She’s probably been planning it for years.”