Today was weird. Different. Pretty incredible. Rather than focusing on all emotions depicting misery and defiance, Carter quietly held my hand and walked with me on our errands. He put nail polish bottles back on the shelves at the store when I told him to. He sat on my lap and participated like all the other babies do during circle time at Little Gym. He ran to wrap his hands around my head and give me kisses I hadn't even asked for.
I had a bubble machine from Christmas stored away for five months. The first time we used it, he was more focused on turning it on and off than the bubbles, so it was just wasting soap and batteries. Breathing in the leftover fumes from our good day, I dug it out of the linen closet.
Today he marveled in his very own bubbles decorating the air. We yelled popopopop and smashed them for an hour.
After that, I bundled up his shriveled fingers and toes, fixed him a milk and had our puppet Oscar the Grouch read him a book about hungry frogs 13 times in a row. If he'd asked, we would have read it 45 times more.
bubble butts get votes?