Last night, around 1:15, I was awakened to the sound of sweet Pete's voice saying "Need Mama. Need Mama." When I went in there, he said "Hi, Mama. Blow nose." I LOVE that he's so proficient with his communication skills and can get his needs met. Makes for a happy boy and happy parents ;) But after I helped with his stuffy nose, he needed to snuggle and rock a bit. I finally put him back down around 1:35 and crawled into bed myself. For all of about 15 minutes. Poor guys just couldn't breathe. So I sat up with him for a while, trying to drain his clogged nose enough that he'd be able to sleep comfortably. All the while, selfishly lamenting the fact that I'm supposed to wake up at 5:15 to get my run before heading to work. Crabbing about being cold and not being able to sleep myself. Bitter because I wouldn't be able to take a nap today because I had to teach.
Just generally having a bad attitude. Not like it was HIS fault. I'm sure he'd have preferred NOT be sick. But I digress.
Right about this time, as I was grumbling to myself about my bad luck, Pete leaned into my arm, gave a big smooch ("MWAH. MMmmmm-WAH!"), and said "I love you, Mama."
(insert photo of me melting into a big pile of goo.)
Yeah, so I skipped my run this morning, and sure, I'm pretty tired. But to have those moments with my little man snuggling in, giving unsolicited I-love-yous, and finally falling asleep in my arms, it was pretty blissful. And for a second kid who never had the chance to be rocked to sleep for fear that his big sister would burn the house down while I was putting the baby to sleep, I don't have that many chances to have a sleeping Pete in my arms.
Note to self: Enjoy it while it lasts, K?
