The Start of a Fortie Day

Around seven o’clock, my eyes flicker open to the sound of Spencer banging his hand on his crib rail, as if he were beating a drum. I moan as I roll out of bed and head for the stairs to make a bottle. Before I know it I am back downstairs hearing Spencer’s sweet little cries of “mama” as I hand the bottle off to Chad lying in bed. Upon my arrival in Spencer’s room the overwhelming stench let’s me know a diaper change is vital. Once I am done wrestling him to the changing mat, I scoop him up with kisses and love. We jump in bed next to ‘dada’ and family cuddle time begins. Spencer sucks done half his bottle and then decides it is time to play on the jungle gym of parent’s limbs. He crawls over to each of us giving us his wide mouth, moist kisses that we love. He lays his head down on us to snuggle. And another day has begun for the three of us and I can't think of a better way.