October 17, 2013

Sing a Song

It's fifteen minutes past her bedtime. She's tired, cranky and her hair falls in wet ropes down her back. I literally wrestle her into her pajamas, and trick her into letting me dry and comb her hair while while she bats at my hands.
It's day six of Christopher's trip to London and we are both starting to feel the wear of him being gone. There's laundry piling up and I haven't eaten dinner but once the whole time he has been gone.

My baby is upset, and she needs me. Tearfully she asks for her blankie and the rocking chair. I know what she wants. My two and a half year old wants to be swaddled and rocked for a few minutes. Once she gets it together she smiles and asks me to sing the fall down song.

Rock a bye Evie in the tree top/ when the wind blows the cradle will rock/ when the bough breaks the cradle will fall/ down will come Evie cradle and all.

On the word fall I let her drop for second before catching her. She giggles and grins before I lay her down in her crib and tuck the blanket over her shoulders.

Goodnight my angel. I love you to the moon and back. Sweet dreams baby girl. I murmur these as I slip out the door.

My darling daughter is a constant mix of exhaustion and refreshment.

 
 
 
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