just before bed, babyhawk

Isaiah,

This is what you and I look like, every night, around 7:45pm. After dinner, perhaps a bath, and a diaper change, I load you up in the babyhawk and we stroll around. We hum a bit, dance a bit, clean a bit, simply walk a bit. We're winding down, and snuggling close. I rub your head, you hang on to my shirt. I kiss your forehead, you chomp on your nuk. It's peaceful.

Then we read books, have a bottle, and sing to sleep ... which is what you're doing now. And as soon as I finish writing this, that's where I'm going too.

Love,
mama