Is there anything sweeter than watching a baby drift off to sleep...sucking a thumb...nuzzling a blankie...arms and legs scrunched...fluffy bum in the air?? I tried to sneak in to catch a few shots through the bars of her crib. Damn those squeaky floorboards. I heard her stir. I hit the floor and held my breath. And then I looked up --through my lens-- and saw this little face.
Game On. She hurled her pillow and blanket at me from behind bars. I tossed them back in, she swatted them out. She acquired new ammo, yanking off one sock at a time. Our very own game of Drop Side Crib Volleyball.
but rules were meant to be broken, and I love that I accidentally grabbed her goofy, toothy grin here instead :)
Mama won the match. That last blanket return must have hit the sweet spot as she grasped it with those chubby fingers; she slowly retreated back to her original position...thumb in mouth...bum in air. I didn't dare push my luck -- I replaced my lens cap and tiptoed out, smiling at the shots I hadn't planned for but was lucky enough to capture. They're even sweeter to me than those of a sleeping baby.