He looked at me with sad eyes. There was no smile when I came in the door from my morning walk. Where was that happy little man who greets me each day? I chatted with him – he babbled back, kind of. Then just silence.
We moved to the table for me to eat a bit of breakfast and for little man to play in the high chair. He picked up toys and they fell from his hands. He made a few sounds but not his usual banter when sitting up in his chair.
I decided it was time to change his pants. He did not agree. You could tell by the noise he made as we headed up the steps. We changed pants – he is little so I am still in charge for now. He grumped and made unpleasant faces as we finished up and headed down stairs.
Grandpa meet us with a bottle which little man took, gobbled it down, burped once and dropped his head on my shoulder and was sound asleep.
Someone was too tired to start the day. A good morning nap of about 30 minutes and his eyes pop open with a smile on his face. There is the little man I know so well!
There are some days we just need to go back to bed and start over – even if you are seven months old.
Happy Tuesday! Hope your day started with a smile!