I was cuddling with precious two day old Jonathan and his doting, sweet, adorable two year old sister when he let out a tiny, yet fierce, sneeze. This sneeze controlled his whole little body, causing him to punch himself in his beautiful, previously calm and restful face … with both bunched up itty bitty fists.
Katherine looked at me with her sparkling blue eyes open wide and a mouth shaped in an O. (Which, I have to admit, prompted me to wonder if perhaps I have allowed them to watch too many Shirley Temple movies lately.)
I laughed and said, “He sneezed!” as I nuzzled his soft neck and held him close to me in an attempt to comfort him back to sleep.
I was enjoying that one of a kind, irresistible newborn smell when Katherine shook her head, causing wisps of blonde cotton candy hair to fly back and forth before landing in her smiley squenched up eyes. “Nuh-uh, Momma! He bless youed.”
