When I checked on Luke yesterday morning, he was sleeping on his stomach with his little head jammed in the corner of the crib, his body diagonal, and either arm stuck out at a ninety degree angle with his hands tucked between the matress and crib bumper. I thought it was kind of cute, in an unusual way, and didn't think anything of it until I went and checked on him for his afternoon nap and he was sleeping the same way. Last night, I checked on him just to see if he was jammed into the corner, and sure enough, he was. Just now when I laid him down for his morning nap, I intentionally put his little fuzzy head in the corner of the crib where he likes it and he stuck his little arms out and grabbed onto the matress and went right to sleep. How funny is that?
This morning on the way to the bus stop with Matthew, Matthew kept saying "human" for "humid" and "humanity" for "humidity." These boys are always giving me something to laugh about! We even practiced the word the right way a couple of times, but he kept reverting back to "human."
For some reason, the color of the sky and the feeling of the air remind me of our honeymoon in Cozumel. For the past few days, it has been crisp in the mornings, perfectly clear, and gorgeous here. This morning, a little bit of Ophelia has made her way this far inland and this far north and she brought with her that heady scent of tropic warmth. The feel of the air on my skin reminded me of early mornings there with you.
Did I ever thank you for taking us there on our honeymoon? It was perfect.