Thursday, April 7, 2011
You are refusing to sleep... yet again. Its been six hours since your last nap, and despite countless efforts, I just can't convince you to close your eyes. As I type you are calling for me from your cot - crying and babbling and getting more hysterical by the minute. You are beyond tired. The type of tired where you scratch at your eyes and start cackling like a possessed spirit when I pat your back.
I read about separation anxiety... is that the problem perhaps? Are you afraid to shut your eyes incase I'm not there when you wake up? My beautiful child, you are the sunniest, most wonderful gift that life has bestowed upon me... I will sit at the foot of your bed and watch over you forever.
I like to think that you fight sleep so fiercely and with such determination for the simple reason that you know that you are my sunshine. I miss you when you sleep... its like the sun has gone behind a cloud. But sometimes when I creep into your room, I can see the golden beauty of your dreams cast upon your face and I feel my soul being dipped in glittering light.
Finally you are quiet... peace descends around us like falling snow. Off you go, my little boy... sleep the sleep of an exhausted angel.
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Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Monkey has discovered books. He loves them. He devours them... quite literally! I can take away all the other toys without so much as a peep, but dear God, if I dare touch his chewed, tacky and surprisingly vast collection of books, he yells like I've just whacked his head on the car door (... again!).
I like to think this fascination with the written word is the hallmark of a life-long love of reading and literature... I suspect it has more to do with his fondness for the taste of ink and cardboard rather than an underlying passion for Keates - you see, he's also quite fond of the TV guide which just goes to show that he's not exactly discerning in his tastes!
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