Bottle it up.

There are so many moments in life I want to bottle up.

Declan still not sleeping at nearly 11pm is not one of them.

Regardless, the exchange I just had with him is for sure a bottler.

As I was rocking my nearly 27 month-er and humming "Revelation Song", I thought I had helped him fall asleep. Until his laughing started. It was definitely delirious laughing. Hysterical, delirious laughing. It was contagious and, before I knew it, we were both laughing so hard that tears streamed down my face. It's bottled up, my love. Now please go to sleep.

{As I publish this, I hear the 1920s squeaky wood floor- sounds like daddy is taking a turn at rocking. We'll see how that goes!}