Last night Elijah and I watched the Grammys (that I had DVRed from Sunday) while Dave worked on our taxes. (Elijah and I = I actually watched the show while Elijah had a four hour dance party during all the performances.) There’s no doubt in my mind that the kid likes music. The show was around four hours and they only presented a hand full of awards, so it was one performance after another and it was one kick after another.
Dave tried to have bonding time once we went to bed, but our usual night owl of a baby wasn’t having it. I think he had wiped himself out!
Anyhoo, I digress. So with a full belly while watching the Grammys, I got the weirdest sensation. I knew Eli was in there kicking up a storm, but when I rubbed my belly to feel his kicks, I could feel him way better than normal. It was like he was hanging out off to one side and up front. My belly was harder than normal in that spot.
This is where it gets weird, but I cradled him with my hand. I know, I know. That’s weird. But I swear I could feel his little body over the length of my hand, and so while he was there, I held him. And maybe it was my hormones making me crazy, but I don’t care. It was special and I liked it.
Editor’s note: Please excuse the jammies. I am known for pairing the most mismatched shirts and bottoms in my closet; these are tame by normal standards.
Aww… all that bonding is so sweet!