"So much depends on the days made of now."
-from Little Boy
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8:00. I could watch him eat all day long. Oh, and he just learned to drink the milk from his bowl. One of the only things he does 'extra careful.'
9:00. Potty and quiet bath time.
10:00. Step 1. (Why did we do a bath before?)
11:00. Fresh sheets, board books, and two pairs of striped socks
12:00. Lunchtime.
1:00. Step 2.
2:00. Somebody found the sprinkles.
3:00. Flowers to mend a broken heart.
4:00. Step 3. Post-nap cookie decorating.
5:00. A cup of tea.
6:00. Mushroom, sweet potato, and smoked gouda soup. Heavenly.
7:00. Flashcards and Christmas pjs.
8:00. Books in the teepee before bed.
The quote above is from my very favorite children's book, Little Boy, by Alison McGhee. I used to read this book when I was pregnant with Cruz, and I love it even more now that Cruz reminds me of the free spirited little boy in the book. All weekend, I kept thinking about the last line of the book, whispering it to myself periodically as a gentle reminder that these days are so special. I thought about it while doing laundry with Cruz meandering around me, hitting the water softener with a toilet plunger or measuring the front of the drier with Beau's tape measure. I thought about it after his bath tonight, singing Raffi and tickling toes while we lotioned, brushed, and pajama'ed him up. I thought about it as he sat beside me before bed, eating the three marshmallows he found in the candy drawer, and reached over out of the blew and gave me a kiss. If I could bottle that kiss up I would.
So much depends on now.
