Good morning

My Little Munch,
This morning you woke up unusually early, presumably because you couldn't find your pacifier to return to sleep. Sometimes, paci has a way of hiding between the mattress and crib rails, that I even I have trouble finding it.

I made you a bottle, in the hope that you might go back to sleep for another hour, and changed you into a new sleeper, since the one you were in was a little damp. Unfortunately, the only one clean was a size too small, and it clung to you like second-skin. You didn't seem to mind, and it was pretty cute to see you stretch those long legs to the point I thought the sleeper might rip apart.

After you finished your bottle, you pointed to the chair, indicating you'd like to rock. Then, you pointed to the blanket on the ottoman, which is your way of saying you'd like me to pull it over us. That's your thing these days, pointing to things. We sat down, but before I had rocked you even five seconds, you were sitting up, starting one of your favorite routines: Name that Thing. We made the rounds, you pointing and me saying the name of the air vent, the kite, the chair, your bed. You tend to have a particular order that you go in, and although I can tell that you have the names of these things memorized, you still like to hear them. I love it.

I realized that this rocking wasn't actually going to put you to sleep, as it rarely does these days, so I made a move to get up, to put you back into your crib. You, being the smart little cookie that you are, have figured out that if you turn around and put your head on my shoulder, I'll rock you a little longer. And you are absolutely right. Your mama cannot resist sitting there in the quiet, rocking her little boy who is sweetly resting his head on her chest.

We rocked in the silence, me thinking about this blissful moment, feeling the tickle of your eyelashes giving my neck butterfly kisses as you slowly nod off. We rock and rock, and after you've been quiet for several minutes, I smile that you are asleep.

And then, I hear a giggle, and those bright blue eyes look up at me as you grin.

And that, my Levi Blaze, is how you roll. Clever, smart, energetic, sweet and determined, all rolled into one adorable little package. I love every ounce of it.