Have I mentioned that Andrew is officially weaned? About two weeks ago, around his 13 month birthday, he(we) figured out that he could go to sleep without the boob, and that he just needed some extra snuggle/cuddle time with Momma. Hallelujah!
Thus began our new routine. Bath. Teeth. Books. Lights out. Songs. Rocking. Bed.
After about two nights of this, Andrew started singing with me. At first, I burst into tears - the preciousness of that moment when he joined in, lifting his solid voice up and out will remain with me forever.
But then I began to laugh. I couldn't help it. Perhaps you need to know Andrew to get why I giggled (and continue to) when he bursts into song. This baby of mine just makes me smile. And laugh. And appreciate. I am so, so thankful for this bundle of bruiser that I get to hold in my arms each night and snuggle with and sing with. He smothers and slobbers me with kisses, pecking his wide open mouth to mine with such joy you can't help but oblige.
He is such a love - such a joy - such a blessing. Thank you God, for my Andrew Moreland!
(Please try and ignore my less than stellar singing and instead listen to the joyful, off-key sounds of our Andrew. I know it's all black, but I will treasure this one forever. When will he ever sound like this again?)
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