I was laying in bed this morning, bleary eyed from another restless night with my 3 month old. I was watching Roman learn how to inch around the mattress, and thinking wow he may eventually make it to the edge if he keeps that up. However, the most important part of this moment was that he was content and not requiring ME to be a part of this experience. So much about this age is jostling, feeding, cooing, pacing, popping pacifiers back in mouths, patting chubby bottoms, and on and on. Its wonderful, dont get me wrong, but its EXHAUSTING too. So you start to feel like every 10 minutes that you are able to get something accomplished without having to donate an arm and a bouncing knee is a private victory. Life is all about watching the clock and meauring how much time you may have for this, and how much time you have for that.
So anyway, Levi must have felt sorry for me this morning. Maybe its that I hadn't came out of my cave, yet he knew we were awake from hearing all the baby jibber escaping through the bedroom door. So he poked his head in and asked me if I wanted him to take Roman for a bit. I paused for a whole nano second and said, in a scratchy voice,....please. So he snatched him from the bed and I began to roll over, again trying to do the math on how long this moment may last....ahhhhh this felt sooo good.
Quickly Levi returned to grab a diaper and some wipes. I was surprised and asked, "Are you going to change him?" That is when I thought, this is a moment! None of my boys have been required to accomplish this task yet, I have been trying to be merciful by not asking. He confidently replied that he could handle it. I was thinking, is this the same boy who was changing a bottle bag yesterday and when some of my breastmilk got on his wrist, hysterically questioned, "MOM is this bobo milk? Plllleeeeease say its formula!" To which I replied,"Sorry Charlie, it came straight from me." I actually thought I saw his body shiver, like it was the nastiest liquid he had ever came in contact with. Boy, did I feel pretty at that moment. Geez...its a good thing I'm not a shrinking violet....LOL.
So I could hear him chatting with Roman who was being quite tolerant to the whole diaper changing experience. Obviously he didn't know that Levi was a serious novice. As I am lazily lying in bed I hear, "Ewwww!" I start to giggle and roll my head into my pillow, and then gain my composure to praise him by saying, "Oh, it can't be THAT bad Levi, you are such a great big brother, you can do this." He said, "Oh Mom, he dropped a BOMB!" I am laughing so hard, but I know I can't let him hear me, so I bury my face into my pillow again and have a good hearty chuckle. There must ave been some serious concentration going on in there since the complaints had ceased. I heard grunts and groans coming from both boys, and I was trying to conceal my laughter. Half because I felt a little guilty, and half because I know that I didn't plan on rescuing either one of them...I mean what is the worst thing that could happen? Eventually Levi came waltzing back into my room showing off his prize. Roman was all dressed for the day. Blue teddy bear outfit on, socks on (all cockeyed and dangling from his toes), and head saturated with, hopefully, baby lotion. Levi was beaming. Roman, on the other hand, shot me a look that said, "Are you kidding me with this? Now I need another nap." That's when I grinned a huge Cheshire Grin and said, "Well done Levi, well done."
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Posted by Trina at 9:17 AM