In the Night...

A few nights ago Leo woke up at 4:30 a.m.  I got up, changed his diaper and laid him back in his crib.

He was wide awake.   


I, in my sleepiness, went back to bed thinking he would calm down and fall back asleep.  Well, he did not and started crying because he wanted company.  Back I went through the darkness, a path I've worn well over the past 7 months.  I shushed him and put the pacifier back in but he was too wild.   He joyfully kicked his legs and he rolled all around so happy that there was someone there to play with him.  I knew he would cry if I went to bed again so I sat down in the chair to wait for him to calm down.


There was more kicking, more rolling and then it was quiet.  I opened my eyes, thinking I could finally return to bed.  Looking across the room, there were just two little eyes looking intently over the side of the crib (because he isn't tall enough to have any more showing.)


It was enough to make me burst out laughing, which led to him laughing.  I've just been thinking about those two little eyes and can't help myself laughing still.

It looked kind of like this.