Peaceful: floppy heavy head, limp body, sleepy eyes, relaxed temple, and he slumps into my arms and dozes off.
or
Fussy: Thrashing his arms, kicking his legs, trying to crawl all over me while rooting around, working on his voodoo hand motions, flexing his surprisingly strong neck. I hate seeing him in this uncomfortable state, and it would be so easy if I just had a breast to give him.
Sometimes it's a bit of both, but it usually trends one way or another.


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