A bushel and a peck and a hug around your neck...

Sometimes motherhood is exhausting, frustrating and overwhelming, but I honestly think that the reason I love it so much...and I'm so happy that we're having another baby, is those sweet moments of connection that make all of the hard ones seem to fade away.

Today, when I was putting Max down for his nap, he fought it. We went on an outing to the children's museum in the morning, during his naptime, and when we left, he only slept for 20 minutes in the car. This afternoon we could tell that he needed another nap, but it was challenging to convince him of that fact. Travis gave him warm milk and I read him a few books, but he wasn't going down easy.

As I tried to rock and sooth him into dreamland, he reached up and grabbed my neck and pulled my cheek down to his. It was such a sweet gesture, but it strained my neck and was very uncomfortable to try to bend my head over for long, so I straightened up. He started fussing again and the fight continued. He did this 2 more times, pulling my cheek to his and the 3rd time he did it, I decided not to pull away, no matter how much my neck hurt.

He held my cheek pressed to his and finally seemed to fall asleep. I started to slowly sit up, but he wasn't fully asleep and he pulled me tight again. When he was deep in sleep, I was able to pull away and lay him in his crib. Needless to say, my neck was sore, but my heart full.