My little Owen was so tired tonight. He didn’t take much of a nap today at all and I kept him busy while I worked in and out of the house. I had laid him down for a nap in the afternoon but he did not want to cooperate and woke up after sleeping less than a half hour. I mowed the front lawn and took him outside with me and put him in his stroller while I worked. He was content just sitting and watching. Our neighbor, Becky, came over and talked to him for a while which was very sweet, and Kris came home before I was finished and kept him inside away from mosquitoes while I finished up.
When I came in, I showered, talked with Kris and played with Owen a little, folded the clean laundry and got dinner on the table. Owen was rubbing his eyes and looking very tired by this time but didn’t really get too fussy. He was also very dirty from being outside while I mowed. The mower had kicked up a little dirt and he was too near to avoid the dusting that coated his little arms and legs…not to mention his very wet chin. He looked a “fright” as my mother would say. After dinner I cleaned the kitchen while he watched a few minutes of Baby Beethoven and then I gave him a warm bath, and put him in his pajamas. He looked so cozy and comfortable in those knit pajamas with his skin all clean and his little feet all warm inside his socks.
He makes me wish I were a little kid again. I try so hard to recreate my favorite feelings of childhood for him. I don’t want to make him live my life or anything weird…I just remember Saturday nights in the summertime, sitting with my sisters watching the muppet show in our matching night gowns and wet hair. We were clean after a long day outside in the dirt and sunshine, we were fed, and hoping that mom and dad would let us stay up just a little longer cause it wasn’t dark out yet. When we finally were sent to bed we were asleep in a moment. That’s the comfort and contentment I want to recreate for him.
Although he won’t remember what it felt like to fall asleep in my arms as I rocked him tonight, I know from memory that he felt good and that makes me happy.
To this day, I love that wet hair/pajamas feel. Mostly taking showers in the morning, I find it to be a special treat. It feels wonderful after a day at the pool, bike riding, or playing in the sunshine with the kids to shower, comb out hair, and slip into crisp cotton pajama pants. I did this the other day after returning from the pool and hoped no neighbors would ring the doorbell, as I was in my “jammies” at 5:00!
I’ve had that happen before, I’m not sure what time of day it was. The girl who came to the door looked a little flustered and when she left she said…I hope you feel better soon. She assumed I was home from work sick because I was in my comfy jammies.