Tidbits on the KidbitsLook at the post footer, just down there…it’s the middle of the night, and I am sitting here fixing my css. Just a small thing, but one that has been bothering me, and it’s quiet and I can’t sleep anyway.
A little while ago, my 3-year-old son started crying on and off—you know, the cry accompanied by the flopping thing: cry, flop, silence, cry, flop, silence. I went in and pulled up his covers, kissed his head, and tiptoed out again. Ten minutes later, it started again. I went back in and saw that he’d kicked the covers off. I gently pulled his sheet back up, and then the duvet, and then his quilt, tucking it around his little body and up to his neck. I laid my head down on his pillow and whispered to him.
Me: “Why are you crying, Dylan? Why are you sad?”
Dylan: “Because I want you.”
Me: “Oh, honey, I’m here.”
Dylan: “Thanks.”
He turned over and curled up, and I spooned around him and snuggled down into his neck. Moments later, he was breathing quietly, sleeping peacefully.
[sound of heart creaking]
And of course, [sound of wooden toy being kicked across room on exit]












01.20.04 at 06:02 AM |
There is nothing more comforting to an anxious boy that knowing his mummy is there and always will be. I speak from experience…
01.20.04 at 06:05 AM |
... and if THIS isn’t 10,000 I will eat my shorts… no I will eat a selection of shorts of your choosing!
01.20.04 at 06:34 AM |
It’s not! 17 more hits to go! And I am heading into a meeting now so I won’t be able to watch it turn over…but I have ways of tracking things down.
[debating merits of husband’s shorts for you—a bit threadbare, so should go down easily, or great big surfer board shorts, which will take a bit more doing…]