together alone
it's 7-something am on saturday morning. cam, the poor sick dear, is still asleep. paul has already gone through a clothing drama. "naked," he sobbed, steadfastly refusing to let me even put a diaper on him. he eventually gave up that battle, but putting on a one-piece baby suit was out of the question for about half an hour. wrapped in a flannel sheet, he dozed.
now we are sitting in the living room, watching the wiggles ("lights, camera, action... wiggles!"). you need to move like an emu moves.
i enjoy these early mornings with paul, provided i've had a decent amount of sleep. lately it feels like i've been staying up too late on saturday nights (or getting up too often with a cranky tot) because i can do the saturday morning gig, but sundays i can't get up. i just can't. with cam sickly, though, i think i should make more of an effort tomorrow.