If Shav is very tired when I put him in his crib, he will lie down quietly while I tuck his blanket under his chin. More commonly these days, however, he'll immediately stand up, watch me every second until I blow him a kiss and wave goodbye and shut the door behind me, and then he'll go to the window by his crib and look outside. He watches everything that happens: the new neighbors going into their house, the pine tree blowing in the strangely-warm-for-February breeze, the cars and trucks going by on the road, Grandpa and Grandma loading things in their pickup to take to recycling.
One afternoon I was spreading ashes from our woodstove onto our front lawn, and I looked up at his room. I saw his cheerful face peeking out at me through the blinds.
He even waved at me. :)
My sweet baby, you are always watching something. So alert and bright, your beautiful blue eyes don't seem to miss a thing until they finally close in sleep. But did you know that often, so often, I am watching you?
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And what a gorgeous view you have, Davene, when you watch him!
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