My sweet sweet boy has the most pitiful cough. Today is day 8. But as much as it pains me to hear him cough, and as much as I don’t love that he’s waking up again at night, I know this is temporary and minor in the grand scheme. I was writing in his baby book the other day [I try to do this on the first of every month, so I don’t forget] and I thought: this cough, however annoying, is something that I will forget about in a month or two. I will look back in his baby book and think: He had a cough? I don’t remember that. Weird.
I think about these things now because of Luke.
Speaking of Luke, MB and Pretty went down the street to a garage sale fundraiser this weekend and came back with the best little cookies. MB and I have been having tea/Capri Sun and cookies in the afternoons.
I eat my cookies quickly. MB eats her cookies s l o w l y. Then when she sees my plate is empty, she asks me if I want a taste of her cookies [yes, please!], and then she thanks me for tasting her cookies.
Soon she’ll realize that she’s confused about all that, but until then I will attribute this to her abundant generosity and trade her kisses for tastes of her cookies.
And that’s what we’ve been doing. You know, plus the usual.