I always think it's funny how the best laid plans never quite work out. Even the little ones. Gabe's schedule was a bit off today from us being out and about and so he got quite a late nap. I figured it would push bedtime back but no big deal, because we aren't really strict on a 'set' bedtime anyway. But he woke up super cranky and fussy from his nap, and was clearly still tired, so I decided we'd just go ahead with his normal bedtime. Nathan gave him his bath and then we both dressed him and I gave him his bottle. I picked him up to burp him a little and about 3 seconds later - I got puked on. Gabe doesn't spit up much anymore, much less puke, so I'd forgotten what it feels like to be projectile vomited on. Nice and gooy and warm! So then came changing (him and me!) and back to holding him and JUST as I had him asleep...a knock on my door! A friend came over to show me the yarn she'd bought to make a sweater for my new little one, and also to borrow a movie. I knew she was coming, but had lost track of the time. As soon as Gabe saw her he was wide awake and all smiles, go figure. After she left (after showing me the beautiful yarn, I love it!) I decided to rock him a bit and see if he'd go back to sleep.
I'm actually glad he didn't go to sleep like I'd planned because otherwise I would have missed out on rocking him for awhile. It was just one of those wonderful, quiet moments that you just sit back and really take stock of your life and how blessed you feel. Gabe talked quietly to me for awhile, looked around the dimly lit room, and just seemed overall quite content. Eventually he rested his head on my chest and slowly drifted off and we stayed like that for a bit. It was just so comfortable.
Of course now he's in his crib crying, after I set him down he woke up (go figure) but maybe I'll just go back and rock him for a little bit longer. It's just so relaxing.
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