Friday, December 30, 2011

this i know.

Here's the thing about my boy. He still lets me rock him before rest time each day. If I sing Jesus Loves Me he lasts a few seconds before climbing the ladder up to his bed. If I make up songs about poop, or songs about his stinky feet, he will stay there all day. So, I abandon Jesus Loves Me and he laughs and scrunches his eyes up and kisses me. I love having a boy.