déjà vu
My dear sweet Baby Oggie,
I love the way you kick your arms and legs rhythmically, like you are driving a fancy car - stick-shift nonetheless
I love the way you pinch me with your fingers while your profile forms the perfect half of a heart-shape as I nurse you
I love the way your facial muscles spasm into an inescapably contagious toothless smile
I love the way your face turns to a screaming tomato when I delay answering your calls to nurse
I love the way you hold it in and wait till I throw away the soiled poopy diaper and put a fresh new one to let out your last installment of poop for that session
I love the way you cling to my chest, upright, arms and legs resting on me like a little frog, and royally throw up on every one of my fresh shirts, carefully missing the burp cloth masterfully placed after strategic calculations
I love the way you ignore your sister's squeals and screams and catch up on your sleep in the afternoon, but startle yourself into a wide-awake state in the middle of the night when I quietly turn the door knob to leave/enter the room or step on that squeaky floorboard
I love the way you remind me of your big sister in almost every way so far!
I know it may not seem fair to you, but, your sister will always be my baby, and you will be my sweet little one... and I hope neither of you ever ask me which of my two precious little eyes I love more.
Your crazy loving Amma.
I love the way you kick your arms and legs rhythmically, like you are driving a fancy car - stick-shift nonetheless
I love the way you pinch me with your fingers while your profile forms the perfect half of a heart-shape as I nurse you
I love the way your facial muscles spasm into an inescapably contagious toothless smile
I love the way your face turns to a screaming tomato when I delay answering your calls to nurse
I love the way you hold it in and wait till I throw away the soiled poopy diaper and put a fresh new one to let out your last installment of poop for that session
I love the way you cling to my chest, upright, arms and legs resting on me like a little frog, and royally throw up on every one of my fresh shirts, carefully missing the burp cloth masterfully placed after strategic calculations
I love the way you ignore your sister's squeals and screams and catch up on your sleep in the afternoon, but startle yourself into a wide-awake state in the middle of the night when I quietly turn the door knob to leave/enter the room or step on that squeaky floorboard
I love the way you remind me of your big sister in almost every way so far!
I know it may not seem fair to you, but, your sister will always be my baby, and you will be my sweet little one... and I hope neither of you ever ask me which of my two precious little eyes I love more.
Your crazy loving Amma.
Labels: oggie, random musings
posted by Sheela
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2 Comments:
awwwwwwwwwww!
Perfect!
What a beautiful ode to your baby! Takes me down the reminiscent path...just for a moment.
Awww... So sweet. When these things happen second time around, we look at all the games in a new light, na? In fact, anticipating the baby's next move and rejoicing when it happens... Blissful days... these days I just have time to separate the two rowdies at home from fighting. Bro and sis combi, perhaps? Do write a post on your relnship with your bro and shed some light on the chemistry. Fodder for my next post and 'neyar viruppam' to you!
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