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When life is touching...

I was having this beautiful moment with Magnus last night. I was rocking him to sleep, humming in his ear, and periodically kissing the fuzzy hairs that rub my chin when he relaxes against my chest. It was one of those moments that made me go "this is why people do this. its all worth it." The stitches, the new stitches, the stretch marks, the crying, the never sleeping all night again...all worth it.

Then I realized what I was humming was this:



Even when life is beautifully touching, its funny too.

P.S. I love being a mommy and humming and talking gibberish and making faces and singing off key and dancing it out in the living room. Its rad. Hope you're rad today too.

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  1. BubbaNovember 9, 2010 at 5:24 AM

    Well, I can't blame you - it's a lovely tune.

    I find Python tunes slipping into my head when I least expect them. My personal favorite is "Sit On My Face" but I like the innocent charm to "I Like Chinese" too.

    I saw Eric Idle's "Greedy Bastard" tour. The audience was great, singing along to every tune he played.

    Then, of course, there was "Spamalot!" - I took my son to that one (poor kid!)

    Which brings me back to the subject of your post...

    Absorb every iota of those little moments... they pass by quickly.

    Before you know it Magnus (awesome name by the way) will be asking for the car keys.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 18, 2010 at 9:00 PM

    And when you are REALLY tired from walking him all night you can sing "Someday I hope you have children" to the tune of "The Bear Went Over the Mountain.' I think that's what got your dad & me over the teething miseries.

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