Disobedience. It starts young.

This morning, Fiala and I were cuddling in bed.

She usually sleeps through the night, but the last week, as she’s been sick, she’s woken several times in discomfort, then she wants to nurse.  When she’s healthy and wants to eat in the middle of the night — which is rare, but still happens occasionally — I just feed her in bed.  But, when she’s sick and I have to get the bulb syringe and suck out her nose, I figure if I’m going to have to get up and go into the family room to do that, I might as well just nurse her out there…. Then, I lay my head back… then, the next thing I know my hubby’s tapping me on the arm and it’s 3 a.m. and both Fiala and I are sound asleep on the couch.

So, this morning, it was 7:00, at which time I would normally be up — it just feels wrong to be in bed past 7:00 — and Fiala and I were still lounging, and I was still very, very sleepy.

Martin came over periodically to coo and smile and play with her a bit.  Fiala just adores her Daddy.  😀

Time was slipping away, though.  I knew my hubby wanted to leave home by 7:00, and it was getting later.  But, a chubby, loving, squinchy-faced baby is so very appealing and attractive.  Like a magnet, he kept coming over to her, in various, very-slowly progressing stages of readiness.

“Stop being so cute!  I need to go to work!”

Fiala responded by babbling happily, wriggling her whole body in excitement and love, squishing up her nose and smiling the biggest, gummy smile ever, with the quick breaths of someone who is almost laughing, they’re just happy all over.

Martin, with mock severity, “You’re not obeying!”


About Karen Joy

I'm a partially-homeschooling mother of six -- 3 boys ages 19, 17 and 15 years old, and three girls: 11, 8, and 3. I like birding, reading, writing, organic gardening, singing, playing guitar, hiking, the outdoors, and books. I very casually lead a very large group of homeschooling families in the Phoenix area. I have a dear hubby who designs homes for a local home builder and who is the worship pastor of our church. I live in the desert, which I used to hate, but now appreciate.

Posted on May 29, 2009, in Babies, Parenting, The Dear Hubby, The Kids. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Truly precious moments! Soak ’em up!

  2. That’s so sweet! 🙂

  3. [smile] Super cute.


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