for little Eee
Some days you just need to be held.
Some days you just need to rest your head against your mother's breast.
Some days you just need to be rocked gently till you fall asleep on your mother's lap while you tickle your lips with the tag of your favourite teddy.
Some days you just need your mother's undivided attention.
So while the market produce remained on the bench and in the esky, while the half-prepared final meal of the day remained in the frig, while big sister Ess resolutely gathered everything she needed for our afternoon snack (which you refused), your Mummy gave you her undivided attention. She sang, she hummed, she rested with you.
No more whinges, no more crying, no more angst.
Simply a warm, content little bub, nestled down in Mummy's lap, then cradled in Daddy's arms beneath his jacket, bundled off early to bed.