Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called
the present.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Quick, quick
She's here. She's home. We're all adjusting. She's still as sweet as can be (even when she's crying and making us lose our minds.) I'll try to post more tomorrow. For now I'm going to try to catch a nap while she is.
YES... sleep when she sleeps. I was so bad at that! Snuggle with her in bed with you. Waking up to her bad milk breath will be one of the most wonderful things ever!
In response to your comment on Pic's simile: sometimes what comes out of her mouth is complete gibberish and sometimes it makes me wish I always carried a notebook with me.
I'm a teacher. I'm a wife. After struggling with infertility, I'm a mother. I'm an optimist. I'm a procrastinator. I'm a friend. I'm a liberal. I'm too "crunchy" for some and not "crunchy" enough for others. I'm trying to find my happy.
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Ah, and the sleep when she sleeps begins. I'm still learning this.
YES... sleep when she sleeps. I was so bad at that! Snuggle with her in bed with you. Waking up to her bad milk breath will be one of the most wonderful things ever!
In response to your comment on Pic's simile: sometimes what comes out of her mouth is complete gibberish and sometimes it makes me wish I always carried a notebook with me.
Welcome home, Bridget :)
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