Last year, I was out in the living room nursing Joseph at this time. No lights were on except for the Christmas lights along the wall (we skipped a Christmas tree last year- I was too, too tired.) I looked up at the clock, realized that it was a little past midnight, and whispered “Merry Christmas” to my snuggly, sleepy, nursing baby. And then I didn’t say anything else, because if I woke that baby up too much, I would regret it!! (“waaah, waaaah, waaah…”)
This Christmas Eve I am up late blogging and wiping crusted Cheerios and bananas off of my kitchen floor. I tucked Brian into bed a few minutes ago, and read him “The Night Before Christmas.” Well, I read him about 10 pages before he forced me to stop. Apparently, he is the next scrooge. (“This book means nothing to me, Caitlin.”-Brian) I think that he appreciates it though.
I can’t wait to see my little guy’s eyes light up tomorrow morning!