As of this moment I am waiting for a small child to rest her vocal chords and fall asleep to a midi file of mozart. We watched countless episodes of Little Bear and Franklin. Like every young blood she wanted to be picked up and spun, but after my day at the gym, my arms were hardly in the shape they should be for picking up a little human. I had no intention of dropping her, but it did cross my mind, so we stopped.
I gave her a bath as she splashed me with small, bubbly waves of water, so as I'm writing it my spandex are soaking wet. We proceeded to read four Little Bear books as well as Goodnight Moon and Curious George. When I finally went to put her to bed, she struggled, begging me not to leave. So I sat in a rocking chair next to her crib, until I thought she was asleep...thought. So now I can hear her static crying from the baby monitor downstairs.
I can't wait to have my own :? This experience has just broadened my view on children. I hope I get a good one. No, but seriously, I'd like to have subdued, fun to play with, laugh with, loving kids. Someday.
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