There exists a temporal barrier dividing our day into two parts. There are clues that dot the way everyday that lead toward the 6 o'clock ceiling of rational baby behavior. Yawning, eye-rubbing, nodding head back and forth, and a distinctive cry that says, "I (nwah)...AM (NWaah) READY (NWAAAAHH)!"
Colleen and I can sense the approach of this regular baby phenomenon and we could probably set our watches to it if either of us actually wore watches. It generally comes when the pots and pans clang out of the cabinets in readiness for dinner preperation, the blinds go down on our front window, the bottle cap pops off my beer, and the jazz comes onto the stereo.
Like the chicken and the egg, I am wondering which is the cause and which is the effect:
Is Eli's nightly ritual caused by our nightly ritual or vice versa? Or is this simply a correlation without any causal relationship? Whatever it may be I am very happy with the results.
Oops, I just used the word very. I will try not to do that again because I can't tell the difference between "happy" and "very happy".
May festive exuberance warm your heart this winter solstice (aka..."happy" holidays).