“It must be so hard to love yourself so much.” Alicia shot him a glare, sticking her tongue out at him, nudging him slightly with her elbow. She watched him, as she finished his food, how completely happy Adrian and Jameson looked together, and how her son waved his hands at his fathers face as he cooed. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of the baby’s head.
“He just needs to be changed, he gets a bath in the mornings. I read in a parenting magazine that babies who get bathed at night tend to get sick more often because of dip in temperatures in the middle of the night.” Of course, Alicia kept her house warded to stay at a pretty regulated temperature, but she didn’t want to take too many risks, having never cared for a baby as small as her son before.
“He didn’t nap for very long today, so he shouldn’t be terribly hard to get to sleep.”