Bedtime Bottle - November 2009

Daddy: I followed you into your bedroom because you were ready for bed and wanted to drink your bottle. We had this ritual: I'd sit up against the bed and you'd lay your head against my chest and I'd read you a book while you drank your bottle. We were reading Goonie Bird Greene.

When you were finished drinking your bottle, you held it up to my mouth for me to drink. "Daddy." Like it was my turn to drink now. I laughed, which sent you into laughter, and I returned to reading. You put the bottle back in your mouth, then a moment later, held it up to my mouth with this cute, conniving smile. You burst into laughter, and so did I.

We must have laughed like that for 5-10 minutes, with you pretending to feed me your bottle and me giving you the "I see you" eye and both of us laughing our heads off. Mommy even said she could hear both of us and thought I was tickling you or something. But no, we were just laughing. Our little moment.