Musings from a jewelry designer addicted to TV, politics, and the internet. A Mom. A Wife. A Daughter. A Sister. An Aflac Agent. Life is never dull.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Nothing More Precious
Marshal was in rare form last night as I tried to get him to sleep. Generally he's a crier at night. He fights going to sleep with all of his will power and strength. I'm not sure where he gets his stubborn streek... oh wait. Yeah I do.
Anyway..last night was a weird one. He was laughing. Seriously full on laughing before he fell asleep. I was cracking up. He'd grab my nose and giggle. Then he'd "attack" with his version of a kiss - a fully open mouth slobbering on my face - and I'd start laughing and he'd think that was the funniest thing so he'd start laughing. Definitely not our typical bedtime routine. This went on for at least 20 minutes before he finally got tired enough to fall asleep.
Is there anything more precious than a child's laugh? I'm not sure I could think of anything.