One of my favorite things about feeding my son in the middle of the night is the fact that he reminds me of such a little baby bird. He'll be lightly crying/complaining in his sleep. I'll fix him a bottle and pick him up - still crying, eyes closed shut. As soon as he is cradled in my arms, his little mouth opens like a baby bird and my heart melts.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Baby Birds
One of my favorite things about feeding my son in the middle of the night is the fact that he reminds me of such a little baby bird. He'll be lightly crying/complaining in his sleep. I'll fix him a bottle and pick him up - still crying, eyes closed shut. As soon as he is cradled in my arms, his little mouth opens like a baby bird and my heart melts.
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