Tonight as I was making dinner (homemade pizzas), Finwe hovered around me alternatively ripping items out of the cabinets or crying loudly. He was tired, very tired.
He had only taken a short nap for the entire day. His hiney was red from too much pooping today. His sisters weren't playing with him. He was still wearing his day clothes.
Once Phill arrived home at 6:30, I whisked Finwe upstairs for a short bath (really just to make sure there were no residual bits of poop clinging to his nether regions). He wailed during the washing. As soon as I pulled out his pajamas he stopped wailing. I think I even heard a sigh.
It is so easy to think that a baby of 14 months doesn't understand what is occurring in his life. Yet, Finwe knew that the pajamas meant he would soon be allowed to sleep.
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