Dear Adlai,

As I write this, you’re snoozing away upstairs.  I know, because I just crept up the stairs and peeked at you.  You looked so cute in your diaper and t-shirt, your arms and legs splayed out in the pack ‘n’ play.  (Sorry about the whole pack ‘n’ play thing, by the way.  I promise Daddy will put your crib together tomorrow.)

I’m really tired right now, because you refused to go to sleep for an hour and a half after I got you ready for bed.  We did our normal thing: kissing Daddy goodnight, changing your diaper, singing songs on the bed (“Wheels on the Bus” is your favorite – you love the way I move your legs around with the “swish swish swish” of the wipers, and I love the way it makes you giggle.), a great big ol’ feed and a kiss on the forehead.  It usually works, but not tonight.  Tonight, you just weren’t having it.

I don’t blame you.  We’ve only been back from America for a week, and your poor little body probably thinks it’s 3 in the afternoon.

I got frustrated.  I nearly cried.

But I want you to know I’m not mad at you.  I know it’s not your fault.  You’re the best little boy a mama could ever ask for, even if it takes you an hour and a half to go to sleep.  Even if it takes you three hours.  Even if it takes you three days.

Love,

Mama

xoxo

Author: Faith

Faith Dwight is a photographer and a writer. She is a Southern American girl living just north of London with her British husband, Simon and their two halfling sons.

3 thoughts

  1. I love these posts about Adlai 🙂 Aviel loves wheels on the bus, too! I bet my wheels don’t sound as lovely as yours, though!

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