Sleep Like a Baby, Part Two
Here's the thing: my toddler is a heavy sleeper.
At least he was last night, when the baby woke up crying four times. My husband shook me awake the third time and said it was my turn to go upstairs. I did, retrieved the baby's paci from underneath the crib, then laid him down and walked back out. He screamed for maybe five minutes before he fell back asleep. Not bad for a first run.
I woke up this morning feeling almost—dare I say it?—rested. And relieved. Tonight is bound to be the same or better.
I wanted to write a wrap-up of my January, like I saw on a few other blogs in my feed reader today. But work and kids kept me running up until this very moment, as I type this on my phone in the nursery while the baby dozes in my arms. I will share a blog post that particularly inspired me: a photo roundup of one woman's visual diary for the month of January.
Vanessa writes: "I love that just by looking at a day's drawing or page, I know exactly what I did or how I felt."
I love that, too. Not that I know how she felt, but that each page inspires emotions for me, too, and reminds me of things I didn't capture in my own daily documentation. Perhaps I should infuse more artistic pursuits into my 365-day blogging project. A rough sketch here; a quick collage there. An occasional break from the words, words, words, words.
More on that tomorrow, I hope.