Sigh

I just spent ten minutes staring at my baby after putting him into a milk-induced coma. He just lay there with his perfect little head resting in the crook of my elbow, affording me a fabulous view of his perfect little ear and his newly luxurious crop of perfect angel-blond hair. Although he has always been incredibly, can't-peel-your-eyes-away fascinating when he's asleep, tonight made me think how much I am enjoying him now, as he's learning to do new things and starting to develop a personality. All this weekend, when he would get up at the butt-crack of dawn or earlier, I became just rapturous at the thought of he and I having that dedicated time to play together or read books or blow raspberries at each other. How sick is that? It makes me think more and more that I should consider the stay-at-home route when I finish my Ph.D., at least for awhile. And if Isaac and I decide that that is what we need to do, and Dad disagrees, we can always dump Dad in a ditch somewhere and collect his insurance money. Just kidding! Well, sort of.