I’ve always loved the magic time between bath and bed. The smell of J&J babywash, purple plaid fleece pajama pants, singing the goodnight song and talking about our day. Magic.
Tonight I popped the nightshirt over the top of her head, she pushed her arms through the sleeves, and then she looked me straight in the eyes, reached over, and honked. my. nose.
I adore that she finally knows how funny she is. It’s delightful watching her sense of humor…and sense of self develop.
I wish I had a picture of those purple plaid pajamas. For now, this will do.
Yes, DB, that’s exactly what Mommy meant when I asked you to say “cheese”. Lovely.