Lap Time

Even though Nathan gets up at 5 in the morning and I don’t even have time to grab a quick cup of coffee before he’s at the foot of his bed, wanting up and out, I enjoy our morning times together. He holds my hand and we move cans from the refrigerator to the bathroom and back, or read, That’s Not My Dinosaur. Then Jonas gets up and we do lap time, or we did when Nathan was breastfeeding. Nathan would nuzzle and Jonas would get the other side of my lap to lay down on. Then we got on with the business of the day. Before we knew it we are out the door, but those quiet hours in the early morning remain.

Where's Brother?

This yesterday: I come into Babushka and Grandpa’s and Nathan grabs my hand. I say, where’s Jonas, where’s brother? And he pulls me straight to the coffee table where Jonas is hiding below. Jonas complains, you’re not supposed to look. I tell him, I didn’t, Nathan showed me where you were. Then, a smile across Jonas’ face. That’s okay by him.