Each day around noon,
I nurse baby Lincoln,
fix Talmage and Wesley lunch,
read library books while they eat,
put Wesley and Lincoln to sleep,
and then cuddle up with Talmage
for a few moments of reading.
We have been reading chapter books for the past six months or so,
and like his mother, he has been smitten with
the characters of Stuart Little, Charlotte the spider, Wilbur the pig, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle and all her child friends, and Ralph and his motorcycle.
Today I sat down on the couch,
wiped some remaining peanut butter off his 4-year-old face,
surveyed the yogurt spots on his shirt,
and wrapped my arms around my handsome little man
as together we read about a little mouse
and his experience getting picked up with the trash.
Can my children please stay little forever?