When he sees me, he tells me, "More milk". "Buddy, it's not time for milk. It's time for sleeping. The sun is not shining yet, so it means it's still ni-night time."
His next tactic is, "Up." "No, it's time to be in bed. Mama was in her bed, and Daddy is still in bed. Calvin needs to be in bed too."
Then it quickly moves to "Hug", which we are already doing. "Yes, sweetheart. I'll give you hugs." His hugs involve his whole body snuggling as close to me as possible as I lean down into his arms. Whenever I try to break away, "More Hug." Ugh, melt my heart! I can't say no to that sweetness, even though I know that with every moment I spend out of bed with him, my chances for returning to sleep myself are fading into nothingness.
With assurances of coming to get him when it's morning, when the sun is shining, I try again to get him to lie down in his bed. "Hong?" Normally, 4am is not what I think of as a good time for a concert, but I answer, "OK, buddy. I'll sing you a song".
As he snuggles down with baby Jack-Jack in his arms and a warm flannel blanket over him, I start singing "I am a Child of God", and his sweet little baby voice joins me at the end of every line - "God. Here. Home. And dear." And then it's "Me, guide me. Me. Me find way. Mus' do. Someday."
"One more song."
Oh baby boy of mine, you are growing up so quickly! I love to hear your sweet thoughts and receive your sweet hugs and kisses. I find it so sweet that when you see your Daddy and me hug, you want to be a part of it too, and ask to come up for family hugs. I love your helping, and your giggles, and your tender heart. I will soak up all the hugs and kisses I can, against a day when you feel too big for such things. Thankfully, that day is not yet.
|"Pano and Sing." One of his favorite activities.|
(I'm not sure what the towel on his head was for.)