Mornings are nice (as opposed to nights, where I usually get frustrated). I love waking up and Owen is making noise in the crib—but not enough so that I have to rush in there to feed him. So I can leisurely wake up, go to the bathroom, and then stroll in there.
This morning he was just laying there, eyes open, looking up at me. I unwrapped him from the swaddle and he stretched soooo cutely… Then I put him on the changing pad where he just laid there and smiled at me. Then he started cooing and smiling and cooing and smiling…and my heart just melted. Like it does most mornings.
He’s such a sweet thing when he wants to be. 😀