Taking a photo with the flash disturbed him and he mumbled a little bit and rolled over. But of course, the light saber didn't budge.
(Note how sweaty he is--the kid insists on wearing fleece footy pjs even in the summer. Nuts.)
Kris and I were laughing so hard. And then Kris went to just leave the room--he was going to leave his baby sleeping with a sword on his neck--what the heck?
I took it off. And luckily the rest of the night was uneventful.
This is a guy that loves swords. He pretends to be a Jedi, Jake from Neverland, a tough guy. He likes to sleep with the swords, carry them around, eat meals with them next to his plate and sometimes whack people with them--though we try to keep the latter from happening as much as possible.
But I do draw the line at holding a sword under his double chin all night. It's just dangerous. Call me crazy.
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Crazy like a sheep dog. Oh - we need to get those swords for Christmas, don't we? If I wore fleece pajamas in the summer, I'd simply be dead. He is so beautiful. And I just listened to some of Aunt Polly's funeral on line - Brenda talking about how she "should" feel great loss, but she has gained so much from her mama that she is, instead, full of gratitude. It has put me out of time a little, and I find myself now, after reading this, seeing my own child, who slept in much this way when she was this age, standing at the side of her child's bed, lovingly removing the sword, and kissing the double chin - and quietly leaving the room with a loving parental grin. How strange mortal life is. But in some ways, so satisfying.
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