You're Sleeping

Or should be.

You're growing really quickly. Right now even more than ever. You eat a lot, you move a lot, you talk a lot (in your own private language that I'm starting to understand).

Your growing wakes you from sleep sometimes these days. You find your way back, but while you talk or lightly cry to yourself, confused to be awake, I sit very still and listen. I want to come get you. I want to play with you and laugh with you and watch as you bolt across the floor as quick as lightning.

But I just wait. I know you'll be happier tomorrow if you sleep now.

Today we went to the park and you got so dirty there wasn't an inch of you clean, except maybe somewhere on your tummy where you were still covered.

I used to only give you a bath every couple of days, but now that the sun is out and the days are warm and beautiful, we spend most of our time at the park. I could give you three baths a day and you'd still be dirty most of your waking hours.

I miss you when you sleep. Let's go to the park tomorrow and get our knees dirty.