On My Toes

My sweet girl loves to keep me guessing. I mean it's flattering to hear she misses me. It's also nice to cuddle with her, but at 2:30 and 4:30 in the morning... Is it necessary, Claire?

C and I went to the store today, the last day of January and its 60 degrees out, and she was a doll. I made dinner while she took an hour nap. Then I threw out dinner because the cheese was bad. Boy did that make me mad. So after bath time in which C was sitting up in with my assistance she's now soundly sleeping in my arms as I rock her to Rockabye Baby journey (a must have cd).

Hoping for at least 6 straight hours.