21 Months

My baby boy. 21 months old today. We had such a fun time playing tonight. I was singing "Rock a Bye Baby..." and every time I'd get to the part that says "When the bough breaks, my baby won't ... FALLLLLL...." I would pretend I was going to drop him and he would squeal in delight. Belly laughter filled the room as we did this over and over.

And then it was time for "nigh-nigh" ... and after my nightly routine of kneeling with him at the foot of the bed to say bedtime prayers, he didn't reach for the crib as he usually does. Instead he clung to me. I was okay with him not wanting me to put him down and I held on to him too. At that moment a soft and sweet melodious version of "Rock a Bye Baby" started playing on his CD player. And so, this time, instead of pretending I would drop him, I held onto him and sang softly into his ear. His eyes were open but he laid still in my arms (a rarity at this age and stage of his active little boy life!) and he started to hum back. It was a sweet and tender moment that I will cherish on the day my baby boy is 21 months old...