You said you know how to stop a baby from crying

My son woke up at 7am sharp today.

The first thing he blurts out is "I know how to stop a baby from crying and I know how to put him to bed."

Then he stands up, walks over to the side of the bed, and starts his demonstration.

First, he puts his index fingers in his mouth and makes a funny face. This reminds me of the face I used to make to amuse my then baby sister when I was around 6, just lightly older thab my son now.

Then he proceeds to pretend there is a baby in his arm and gently puts the baby as if there was a crib in front of him.

The small ritualistic gestures amaze me. Why was this the first thing that came to his mind this morning? He doesn't mention this will be his little brother, soon. But I can only guess that the idea of a baby joining the household is on his mind and his little brain is preparing him for the transition subconsciously.

Then he notices the pinkish orange cloud outside. For a moment, it seemed like the sun was a bright orange circle.

"Sunset! I told you! Isn't it so pretty?"

You're excited.

"Sunrise," I gently correct his words.

"What's the difference between sunset and sunrise?"

So I tell him about the sun that comes up and goes down. After about 100 sunrises, we will

Indeed have a newborn at home. My heart is oddly melancholic thinking about this chapter of intimate moments with my son as an only child closing in on us. All the more reason to appreciate each day to laugh together and to look into your eyes and listen to you more.