Roo got his feet wet in political work today – primary election day. The kid really was a star.
I went to make phone calls for a candidate who just happens to be the social worker who helped us get Roo (Rock Star, not Ms. Brusue). He hung out in the magic carrier. He looked around. He made little sounds. He was admired by other volunteers. He wore a button with the campaign logo on it. He napped. He ate, and then went right back into the carrier without a peep in order to work off his food coma. When he was done, he lay on a pile of t-shirts with the candidate’s name on them and cooed and smiled at everyone who walked by. He did this for FOUR HOURS while I made phone calls. And then he let me run an errand on the way home.
When we got home, he cried for about 12 seconds, sucked down a few ounces, and nestled right in for another nap, his hand holding onto the collar of my shirt. And he woke up smiling. That is some cuteness. Some stinkin’ cuteness.
I feel like a real mama today.
I don’t know if I could love this kid any more.