Rowan’s army of bedtime friends is growing and growing. This morning when I walked into his room, I got the feeling that I was interrupting something important. Rowan was in the middle of a very passionate sermon, speaking in his loud and clear toddler gibberish that I just adore hearing these days. He was totally absorbed in what he was saying, and his snugglies were surrounding him silent and captivated. When I tried to take him out of his crib, I was not surprised when he refused. He was in the middle of something after all! Fair enough, I left them all alone for a bit, and excused myself to the kitchen.

The giggles and chatter coming through the baby monitor were good company while I drank my coffee. Judging from his laughter and blissful screeches, those critters sure know how to have a good time. I would like to ask them their secret, but they speak a language that sadly, I have forgotten since becoming a “grown-up”. Lucky for me, Rowan is teaching it to me all over again.