A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2015.
Little Miss : Mornings are still pretty dark here and you are still up every morning for the sunrise. I feel things are troubling your sleep this week. You have been waking up earlier and earlier. You insist all is well so we believe you, but there is a tiredness behind your eyes. Maybe growing pains (you are growing so fast), maybe all the craziness in the house this week (we are lucky that you are such an adaptable child)… whatever it is, we are hoping you start resting up soon. Still, your smile lights up our early hours.
A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015.
Little Man : You fell asleep in my arms in the middle of the afternoon this week. It had been such a long time since last it has happened. I was so surprised by it and just laid there, un-moving, by fear of waking you. It’s been a rough week for you. The winter “bugs” have a hold on your little body right now and they won’t let go. But you are still full of energy, never wanting to let them win. I admire your strength : Mama would complain a lot more than you I think. Sleep little man, Mama’s arms are never far.
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