Putting the baby to bed

Putting the baby to bed in one of the greatest joys in my life. Lately he's been doing this smoochy thing with me where he lip kisses me for a long time. I love it. He is the sweetest baby there ever was. I love it how he looks into my eyes and touches my face. I wonder what he is thinking. I treasure these moments and hope he still loves me when he is older and crustier. More on this later . . .

My husband put the baby to bed tonight. He always says he will come back but he rarely does. He usually just falls asleep. This makes me feel lonely. It also makes me wish that I had put the baby to bed myself. I listen for movements and footsteps upstairs and wait for my love to rejoin me. Sometimes I get excited because I hear something. Only to find out that it's my baby and not my hubby. Then I have to put the baby to bed myself and I'm really not ready. Teeth not brushed, pjs not on. Just not mentally ready.

What's this? I hear footsteps. I see my monkey. The big one. I don't have to be lonely tonight :)