what's under your tree?
as i was rushing around juggling 16 gingerbread houses, two kids, a dog, sixteen handmade candy canes (are you smoking crack? of course i didn't make them!), a giant coffee urn, two restaurant-sized sheet pans, oh, yeah, and that tin of cookies for the cookie swap (yes, *those* i made) i stopped for a moment because what i heard was
silence
where before there had been some wailing and whining and carrying on from the female child there was suddenly nothing and i was gripped by that fear that only mothers know--the fear that in the frenzy a child has been lost. that fear is *HUGE* because children? they're sort of irreplaceable.
so i stopped what i was doing and looked around. hither and yon, up and down, and all around. still, there was silence. as i was about to turn and yell out to the boy, something in the corner caught my eye.
nothing will stop you in your tracks like seeing a baby asleep under the christmas tree. she slept there, in that position, until it was time to go. when i picked her up there were pine needles stuck to her chubby little drool-smeared cheek.
(yes, and please ignore the fallen pine needles because that's what we're trying to do at the moment.)
How incredibly sweet!
Posted by: Heather | December 17, 2006 at 03:21 PM
AW!
How come my kids never fall asleep in cool places? They will only sleep in their cribs.
Posted by: Lisa | December 22, 2006 at 11:02 PM
You know, I just looked at that pic again close up. You have to send it in somewhere it will get published and lots of people will see it because it is WAY TOO CUTE!
Posted by: Lisa | December 22, 2006 at 11:04 PM
Just darling.
Posted by: liz | January 20, 2007 at 12:47 AM