Now that Mason is older, it’s pretty rare that he wakes in the middle of the night. When he does though, it’s typically short lived. Last night, he decided to start fussing around 4am, and I got up to see what was the matter. I picked him up, and he immediately clung to me. It was the sweetest thing ever. He wrapped his little chubby arms around my neck so tight and started to babble, as if to tell me something.
I went over to the chair and started to rock him and sing the typical lullaby that we usually sing…
♫ Go to sleep, Go to sleep, Go to sleep my sweet Mason
Mommy loves you, Daddy too, and your brother Parker pooh
Go to sleep, Go to sleep, Go to sleep my sweet child,
Go to sleep, Go to sleep my sweet child. ♫
It was so precious how he stayed there clung to me like glue, taking deep breaths and muttering sweet babbles as I sang. I really savored the moment. Then I put him back in his crib, and he curled up his chubby legs under his chest so his bum stuck up in the air, and I covered him up with warm blankets and kissed him goodnight. He didn’t make a peep after that.
So, morning came, completely convinced that Mason woke up to just get some sweet Mama love, I came in to get him, and turned on the lights to see him jumping up and down without his pajama bottoms on. Silly boy was trying to tell me last night that he was cold because he took off his pajama bottoms and threw them over the crib. Aw, and all along I thought he just wanted some midnight snuggles. I love my sweet and silly little Mae Mae.