Thursday 4th November 2010
by Francesca Donner
Sneaking into August’s bedroom at 10.25 p.m. for a late night snack. “Would you like cookies with that milk, Master August?”
Loosening the swaddle, stroking him on the belly, seeing the stretches, watching the yawns…It fills your heart to bursting.
He twists to the side, arches his back and curves his body into the shape a tiny shrimp. Oh, CUTE!
Then we feed.
And then, hopefully, hopefully, he goes down without a fight.
(Which he did.)