Around 11:30 a.m. is one of my very favorite moments of the day.
Clive takes a short nap in the morning–short because, if it’s long, he won’t sleep again for the rest of the day. Then he is cranky. And he’s a pretty awful cranky, as cute as he is. (I am pretty awful cranky, too.)
So to preserve our sleep–and our sanity–I keep his first nap short.
Ephraim is a light sleeper, like I am; usually he sits up straightaway when you walk into his room, even if his eyes are still closed.
Not Clive. Clive is a heavier sleeper, like his daddy. He is still asleep when I pick him up, wrapped in his handmade crochet blankies, sucking on his first two fingers like he’s done for forever.
I’ll hold him like that for a few minutes, just rocking slightly, and sometimes he’ll crack an eye open at me and then close it again. He’s awake now, but he’s content. I am too.
Best moment of the day.