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ABANDON MOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE.
Got home late from work last night to find the baby already in bed and the wife already exhausted. Lil' monk's molars are coming in, and it's been pretty painful. He had only napped 20 minutes at the daycare and was just too wiped out for dinner and too grumpy to do much playing or have any quiet time. As Wifey and I sat and commiserated, lil' monk's cry came over the baby monitor. My turn! And into the nursery I went.
Lil' monk had a lot of crying to do. The pain reliever Wifey gave him apparently hadn't taken full effect yet, and he was pretty upset. So we rocked in the rocking chair and I hugged him and rubbed his back as he cried. Eventually, the cries lessened and before too long, lil' monk was contentedly drinking milk from the sippy cup Wifey brought in for him. Then a smile. Then a giggle. Ah, better.
I noticed lil' monk looking across the room at his closet's full-length mirrored door. He was watching me and smiling. He caught my gaze in the mirror, grinned a big grin, and started saying, "Ah raaaaah ooo."
"What's that, lil' monk?"
"Ah raaaaah ooo. Ah raaaaaaaaaah ooo."
Then it hit me. "Lil' monk, are you saying 'I love you?'"
A very excited giggle, then, "AAAH RAAAAAAAH ooooo."
I hugged him tight, told him I loved him too, and tried not to let him see the tears in my eyes for fear he'd think I was sad instead of deliriously happy. What a wonderful family I have. What a lucky daddy I am. What a happy I've got. |
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