Creatures of Habit

Everyday after Davey's morning nap, I come into his room and give him a bottle. I just leave him in his crib to drink his bottle. When he is done I go back in and get him out of his crib.

Today I hear him crying in his room, his signal to tell me he's done with his nap. The moment I open the door the crying stops. He can't see me yet, but I see him just laying perfectly still - waiting.

Once I round the crib and he looks up at me, I see the most beautiful smile and he begins pumping his arms and legs, his way of saying, "I'm really excited."

He is too cute, too kissable to me right then, so I do the unthinkable: I break habit, I pick him up. All I wanted was a hug, a kiss, maybe sing a song or two. What does Davey do the instant I pick him up? He cries hysterically! He must be thinking, "this is all wrong, I get a bottle now, am I not getting a bottle?"

I put him back down in his crib, the crying slows considerably. He is waiting expectantly. I show him the sign for "milk." He gets excited again. I give him the bottle. Everything is made right for Davey. Mom will have to wait for her hug and kiss.