rock-a-bye baby

My little one. . . 1 1/2, got into some chocolate covered pretzels. Aside from the mess this caused, it was also an incredible pain because she was up until around 11pm. She was high on the caffeine I suppose. She could not sit still. She ran the hallway back and forth until I was tired. Then she began to spin. Now I am a loving father, but seeing her spin and get dizzy and try to run was too funny for me to stop. She would fall on the carpet and her eyes would be "spinning" in her head but she was laughing. Then she would go and shut her brothers door. She would squeal as he chased her away only to do it again.

Then suddenly she came over with a blankie and I started to rock her while she lay on my shoulder. I eventually craddled her and very softly told her about the day she was born. She looked up with sleepy eyes. . . each time she blinked it took a nano second longer for them to open again. I told her how she was turned facing up and how that made things a little more difficult for mommy. I told her how I couldn't wait as she was cleaned up and weighed. I told her how I wanted to hold her so badly, but the nurses wanted to warm her up under the heatlamp. When I finally got to hold her. . . words fail miserably here. I knew that she would be the last baby I would hold as a dad. She looked like a little boxer because her nose and forhead were being pushed against mommy's pelvic bone. I almost chapped her little cheeks with all the kisses.

Then she was out. I sat in the stillness and just felt her breathing. rocking. loving.

There are dishes in the sink that I didn't do tonight. rocking. loving.

Timm

For now. . .