Interlude

Saturday morning, Oliver woke up bright and early. I trudged downstairs to make breakfast and take care of morning playtime. He was a good eater at breakfast and the morning was going smoothly. Around mid-morning, I noticed that he was looking a little tired and rubbing his eyes. "Aha" I thought and headed upstairs. My thought was that a little mommy milk could be parlayed into some extra daddy sleep. We tried, but it wasn't to be. However, Oliver was more than happy to snuggle between us giggling and laughing as we hugged and tickled him. When we'd go to stop, he'd say "Mo... Mo..." and we'd tickle him some more.

Later, I was thinking about it and I realized that it was a moment of true happiness.