Jack and I did keep our traditional late night date. He is so sweet when he wakes in the night. He stands up in his crib and cries out, "Mamma?" I wake up even before he calls out. Because I am trained, I can hear him rustle around in his crib, and I can tell when he is awake. So, I go in and sweep him up in his soft blanket and I hold him tight and we rock in the chair and slowly doze back off to sleep. Last night my nose was dripping so badly that I stuffed tissues up there again. As we were rocking I was dozing off, too, and Jack started up the giggles and I realized that my head was falling forward and the other end of the tissue was tickling him on the nose! I love those baby giggles - yes, even sweet at 3 am. Jack is such a good sport. I am especially glad he didn't open his eyes to behold the vision I was, tissues and all.
Jack is almost 18 months old. I don't even know where the time has gone.
Greta told Jack that she loved him. And, my heart melted. Hand me another tissue.
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