For the past few days, all of us – that’s me, my hubby and our furkid Odee – have had rough nights. All of us EXCEPT Ewan. Ever since he mastered the skills of rolling over, practising was all he could think of. That included waking up at odd hours like 3.30am to practise too. He would wake up in the middle of the night, mumble, pull our nose/lips/hair/shirt, roll onto his tummy, get stuck, cry and repeat the entire routine for 1.5 hours.
Wednesday night was the worst. He was wide awake at 4.00am and didn’t sleep until five hours later. When the morning came, Hubby brought him out for a walk with Odee as I stole another 10 minutes of sleep. After getting dressed for work and on my way going down the stairs, I heard Hubby speaking animatedly from the kitchen saying, “Do you want peanut butter or blueberry jam? Milo or Horlicks?”.
Then, I saw this:
My heart skipped a beat faster. A morning I initially thought was going to be long and tiring was suddenly, uplifted~
If you have watched Jennifer Lopez’s recent movie The Back-Up Plan, there was a scene where a father said something to the effect of “parenting is awful, awful, awful and awful. Then something magical happens that makes everything worth it. Then it’s awful, awful, awful again.”
I think this is one of my magical moments 🙂