Bed Time

So, I'll try to stop giving you the blow-by-blow of how much sleep I get/don't get.  I like to tell my sad story sometimes.  I'm being sarcastic.  My story is not sad.  I'm just a complainer.  Being a victim comes naturally to me. :)  Aaaanyway, sorry 'bout that.

Just now, I was singing Lola to sleep.  I'm tired, so I closed my eyes while singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  

Lola really feels music, and when she sings herself, and she doesn't feel watched, she'll push her brows together, stick out her chin, shake her head, shake her voice, go a little nasal, and just really feel it.  

When I was finished singing Twinkle Twinkle, I opened my eyes to see her looking at me with furrowed brows and her mouth opened, like she had been mouthing the words, maybe longing to sing out with me.  It just struck me with how much she feels.  It was so precious.  

Her strong little feelings are precious.  You know when your babies get mad and you just want to laugh and hug them?  Am I crazy?  Sometimes I just love their strong expression.  Kate, full of fire, will express frustration or her matter-of-fact opinion.  

Anyway, I just love it.  And now it's my bed time.