Corbin is kind of a morning person. I actually was too, back when my mornings weren’t preceded by MAYBE 5 or 6 hours of sleep captured in 20-30 minute increments. I believe I mentioned that he really digs the bathroom rug. Well, he REALLY digs it. And every morning when I get ready for work, he lies there (yes, its lies, I checked, cause I really wanted to type lays. Why is that one so hard for me?) and we just smile at each other. I would imagine that sounds like a THRILLING morning to the majority of folks, lol.
But yes, first I change his diaper. This is his second favorite thing, and the thing that starts the smiles. I sit by him, and I smile at him, and he smiles even BIGGER. Until eventually I have to get up and start getting ready, because HELLO- I leave for work before 7. But we continue the smile exchange. For once, I don’t feel all awkward smiling like a weirdo while I put my blush on. (I do, however, still feel like a weirdo when I get 3 inches away from the mirror and do that open-mouthed, stupid face that somehow makes the mascara go on better.)
He has to take reflux medicine every morning. Which he HATES. HATES. And I feel like such a rat as he smiles at me while I get ready to shove that stuff in his mouth that makes him spit and gag and cough and cry. And then I’m all- Look, here’s the bathroom rug! <smile>, ..aaannd..we’re right back at it. 🙂
I tried to photograph this today. Because seriously, a baby who looks cute when he smiles? This is earth shattering stuff! But every time I held up the camera…nothin. After acting like a complete idiot and trying to trick my infant into smiling for my blog, I finally remembered that- HELLO! Work! 7am!
I think it would be awesome to be SO. DELIGHTED. by the wonders of a bathroom rug or a diaper change. Alas, my delight requires something more sophisticated. Like a 2 for one sale on Crystal Light. Or opening my sock drawer and actually finding a matching pair of socks in a color somewhat close to the one I need. Or a smiling baby who distracts me for so long that I never really manage to get my hair curled. It’s the happiest part of my workdays.