I’m just as fine and dandy as ever. The little girl woke me up before six, crying in her bed for “uppie”; then didn’t want to do anything but hang on my neck for a half hour or more, and I hadn’t the hard-nosed practicality to refuse.
Of course, I couldn’t lie back down with her and snuggle in my nice warm bed; oh no. “Uppie” constitutes a strict injunction against either involved party being prone or seated. The “carrier” must be in a standing position for the indulgence of “She Who Is to Be Carried”; and shall remain so until the latter shall consent to other disposition.
Heckuva way to wake up, but I know I’ll come to miss it all too soon, so I’m taking what I can get while it’s available.
Wise man, you are. I still wish I could sit with my son on my lap. His size would prohibit it, now, however. 6’4” and 200+ pounds...