So I am babysitting the two children of a friend. Ava is outside in the back playing with Littleman, I am watching them through the window and listening to their hilarious three-year-old banter. Ava's little brother, Sutton, is asleep on a blanket on the living room floor. He fell asleep in my arms...he must be around 6 or 7 months old. I forgot to ask. I remembered to ask how much formula and when, emergency numbers, nap and diaper details, and where's the extra change of clothes. Anyway, this adorable, warm bundle of fleece-covered boy has been smiling and cooing at me for the better part of an hour. He fussed a little when I put him in the bouncy seat to help the older ones with an art project. (What was I thinking letting them use glitter???????) Once the kids moved on to markers and crayons, I cradled the little guy and he just fell asleep on my shoulder. It's been such a long, long time since my shoulder had that honor. Littleman and Ava are playing so nicely I almost can't believe it. I am waiting for the alien to burst out of his stomach or one of their heads to explode. Well...I'll keep my fingers crossed...uh oh...the little bundle is stirring.
Such a sweet little happiness...my house full of happy children.
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