Eli: Still a baby

It doesn't happen much anymore, not since those newborn days. Or when we're all exhausted after a whole day out. Or sick.

Eli fell asleep on my shoulder.

He had kind of a fussy mealtime, teething also, perhaps. I got so fed up that I got mad at him which only made him more upset (note to self: I guess that works neither on Tobey nor Eli). I held him in the garage so that he doesn't wake up Tobey. When he calms down, I bring him back in the house.

Within a minute, he's spacing out and feeling heavy. I hold him for 2 minutes longer and see in the reflection of the microwave that he's dozing off. I keep watching in the microwave, watching his eyes open and shut. I'm glad to be there each time they open. And I'm glad my shoulder is there each time they shut.

Of course I feel a little guilty for getting mad at him but more so, I feel special. Special that despite days where my energy is soaked up by Tobey's antics, despite not having as much patience to teach him stuff as I did Tobey at this age, despite never spoiling him at bedtime because I'm too tired for extra cuddles, that I'm still Mommy and my holding him is still enough to comfort and lull him to sleep.