There's a moment that's repeated daily in our house. Declan sits in his highchair, food filling his belly and eyes being rubbed for a nap. It's at this point, this exact point, that if you lean in close- just put your head down near his- he'll bend forward to collide, putting all of his weight and trust in your forehead to keep his tired soul up. Sometimes he'll roll it back and forth. Sometimes he'll giggle and try to touch noses. Recently he's rested for a bit to get the energy to bite your chin. It's sweet. It's an understood moment between the two of us.
Except for this morning, of course. The morning when I tried to get pictures.
So to be true to the moment of this day, here are three pics of what went down.
Babies. It's like they've got a mind of their own or something.
**More moments linked at Story of My Life**
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE