For the first time, Liyam helped me bake a cake and discovered the joy of licking the batter. (I think he actually thought the batter was the finished cake for a while there.) And, as the main batter-eater in my life for three decades, I was surprised to discover that there’s even more joy in giving someone else the bowl to lick. The whole experience was magnificent and delicious and flour-covered. Can’t wait to try bread and cookies with my baker’s man.
Lately, Liyam has been climbing into bed with us in the middle of the night. It’s irritating to have your sleep interrupted by a pushy octopus with no control over its limbs. He says loudly, “Please move? I need some space,” as if it were the middle of a noontime conversation. But then he snuggles in close and rubs my arm gently with his soft soft hand, and who wouldn’t love that for at least five minutes?