Knock-knock is your favourite phrase of the week. You say it in the most adorable manner, after you bump your head against the floor/my head/the cot rail. “Norknork?” you go…
Our pre-bedtime routine now includes an investigation of my belly button. I think it’s the grossest thing after having my belly stretched twice by your brother and you, but you think it’s the most interesting thing on earth. I’d attempt to put you to bed after feeding you, but you are now not content to just turn on your side to sleep. Not until you lift my shirt up, find my belly button, mutter babyspeak, and attempt to touch your own belly button through your pjs.
My heart softens when you eventually lie on your belly, with your chin on My belly, and poke around my belly button, fascinated. You’d even shower my belly button with baby kisses. Mmm-mak, mmm-mak, you’d go.
I love it when you and I are entangled together. Your baby arm hooking my neck, my face close to yours. Sometimes you’d be so amused and attempt to play with my lip by letting it go ‘thwack’ against my teeth. I’d pretend to chomp down on your fingers and you’d squeal with excitement. I remember playing the exact same game with my dad..and now I know why he let me do so. It’s probably cos that’s the only way to keep me/you content, and within a breath’s length of him/me, for more than 15 seconds.
I love the way you toddle. Uncertainly. Sideways. Crab-like. Some part of me feels like you are growing too fast for my liking, although almost walking at almost 15 months is rather belated by most standards.
You and your brother are the highlight of my day, the source of most of my worries but also the source of most of my joy.
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