This is Ronin's new favorite thing -- to be on me. To sleep or snuggle on me if he's tired or grumpy, and to climb on me or be carried by me if he's perky.
To be fair, he does play independently, climbing around, pulling up, putting corks in his mouth. And he loves to hang out with his dad and Daria and his grandparents and Tiffany and such. He smiles at strangers. But he's going through a new phase of wanting lots of closeness, day and night, so here's a picture of his soundly sleeping on me...
BUT I AM NOT ASLEEP. Not in this picture, and not in many circumstances. This child is heavy, and although it's unspeakably wonderful to have him curl his head into my chest and sleep soundly, I treasure his nap times as my free time, and I treasure my unencumbered sleep.
I still can't believe I'm a mother. Maybe I'm too tired to realize it. My brain feels very, very slow. But I must be a mother, because this child seems to find me the source of all comfort right now. It's really beautiful and sweet. And (does every entry say this?) it's harder than I thought it'd be.
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