So BSM decided to wake up at 5:15 and again at 5:40 and again at 5:55 this morning. I know that him sleeping until 7 is a luxury, but it is a luxury that I have come to expect.
So I dropped him off at daycare a little earlier than usual, and went back to bed.
When I woke up, I threw together a Yerushalmi kugel and went to get BSM. On the way home, we stopped at the playground and he had a glorious time on the swings. Unfortunately, our park does not have bucket swings, so I generally park him over near the slide. Today, though, he gravitated toward the swings, and he even said "Nadned" in baby talk. A nadnedah is a seesaw or a swing in Hebrew, and there is a classic childrend's song with the refrain, "Na-adned, na-adned," and BSM's garbled word caught the exact meter of that little tune. So I put him on a regular swing, and held onto his hips as I pushed him back and forth, singing the nadned song. At least that's what I did until BSM insisted that I stop, and I just hovered behind him as he happily swung back and forth, back and forth all by himself.
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