happy day

Dylan,

Things were very happy in your universe yesterday. From the time you woke up until I put you down for the night you were in the best of moods.

You seemed awake and alert, and not crying, when I walked into your room with your morning sippy. You didn't get bored and agitated at all while I changed your diaper and put on clean clothes for the day. You even spent a few minutes playing in your room after, including climbing into the rocking chair, grabbing the arms and giving it your best buckin' bronco, with a wild grin to match.

We were chatting about trains in the kitchen when you suddenly began inquiring as to mommy's whereabouts. You signed 'mama' a few times and then used the up-turned palms and bent elbows to gesture 'where?', so that was as far as we let her sleep in.

Mom said she had a really great day with you. She didn't try so hard to get much done other than enjoy your company. Those are always the best days.

You went for a run on the creek trail with Mommy's friend and her twin girls your age, then spent some time at the playground there. It was a beautiful weather day. You left one playground and headed to another, closer to home, for more fun time.

Your nap at home didn't rival the duration they manage to get from you at school, but when you woke up you were in super-cuddle mode for a long stretch.

You were still in an especially good mood when I got home from work.

I gave you your last doses of the last round of eye medicine (10 days of the ointment this time, to be sure) and you didn't make a peep either time. While just a few weeks ago you screamed bloody murder at the mere proposition, you're now so inured to it that this morning, at your insistence, I popped the cap off the tube and pretended to apply some to each eye.

You responded by vigorously rubbing your eyes with your fists.


Dad