late night in my bed

10:30 P.M. and the boy was obviously not tired. His latest nickname is evident even in his flirtation with the camera. Davanova. Rightfully earned when Madee rode home from Utah with us. Poor girl sandwiched between Aidan's pokings and Davyn's kissings. And when he wasn't busy puckering up, his plump fingers would reach to softly rub her arm..or leg..or back - any contact works with this one.
Jim tacked a sing-song "all the ladies love him" onto the Davanova title about two weeks ago, and a whole new level of this persona erupted in my boy. Along with a strut and shoulder-shaking moves. So when we let a Davanova slip, he slides right along with "all the ladies love me". And really, they do.
I love this stage. When they realize their own potential to captivate, produce laughter...how the mesmerizing power of *an audience* takes over. I also love the {nearly once a week} nights when D stays up beyond his brother. His charm turns double, as this second born relishes the full attention of two tired parents. The "8:00 PM bedtime" blurs, and somehow that's fine. Because, (somehow) he needs this, and (somehow) we do, too.
Pure D-Light.

Reader Comments (17)
Oh I remember those late nights! You just wonder how this little has more energy then us 'bigs'(adults!) ;)
It was only when Chloe started Kindergarten that she settled down into an early bedtime. He's a doll ;)