As in, my precious, sweet, lovely, happy baby girl is a fabulous sleeper,
as long as she is cuddled up next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and holding my hand in hers.
Yeah, remember that whole sleep issue?
No?
‘Cause you can totally read about it here
and here
and here
and also right here
and totally here
and yes, here
and here
and here
and about thirty other places on here, that I am, currently, too tired to search for.
That is what happens when your baby likes to sleep, nestled against your shoulder,
holding your hand in hers.
And boy, do I have quite the story for you. But, alas, it’s Wordless Wednesday,
so you’re just going to have to hang tight and catch up on all of our tales
and tears
and sleepless nights
and slumber parties
of days gone by.
Enjoy.
I sure have.
Oh, and by enjoy,
I mean
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