Midnight Memoirs from Mommy

Here's an unexpected treat: Judie blogs! She's written two posts (I'll post the second right after this). I wonder, though, how she managed to do this. All I ever hear is how busy Joseph keeps her, and how she can't put him down for one second because he's so needy all of a sudden. But she has time for a post? Hmm. Seems like time that could best be spent making me sandwiches. ;-)

(Note: we joke like that.)

Anyway, here's what she asked to be posted to the blog:

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Sometimes the best pictures are never taken but remain in the mind of
the beholder. Such was the image I saw a few days ago in the dim, hazy
bedroom light at dawn.

Joseph had been awake nearly the whole night and I was beyond
exhausted. When he woke again at 6:30 a.m., my darling husband took
over so I could sleep.

"Hey, little buddy," I heard Chris say softly as he picked Joseph up
out of his cradle and left the room to change Joseph's diaper. That was the
last thing I remember until I opened my eyes again after several short
dreams.

This is when I saw it; the image that will forever be framed in my
imagination. Chris was standing over the bathroom sink face full of
shaving cream, carving smooth lines with a razor in one hand while the
other arm supported a wide-eyed baby boy who looked over his daddy's
shoulder.

Too exhausted to fetch a camera, I closed my eyes and committed the
vision to memory.

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Note from Chris: Of course, as a guy, I'm going to read this as an artful entreaty to get up and help more! Duly noted, honey. Duly noted.