Midnight meeting

Mason is no stranger to the midnight wakings and he doesn't like to endure them alone so, of course, that means I am no stranger to midnight wakings, either. Thankfully, they're happening less and less these days and I *hope* that means consistent sleeping through the night isn't far away. 

The thing is, I kinda don't mind a midnight date with my boy now and again. Last night, he woke at 2 am with, I presumed, teething pain. I carried him down stairs , flipped on a dim light and got a dose of Tylenol ready. In the mean time, Mason spied the freshly baked banana muffins I'd made a few hours prior for our playdate. I just couldn't help it. I caved and gave him one. The way he looked at me and smiled as he chomped down that muffin was just pure love and a conversation with no words. As he polished off two more midnight muffins, he chattered on , giggled at the cat and just all around had a great time. This ordinary moment- a late night date over banana muffins- will be one I treasure forever.

My sweet baby and a bleary eyed me