It's Wednesday, so you know what that means. Gratuitous cuteness:
We had an outfit change after she vomited all over the above. Then, when I set her back in the rocker while I put clothes away in her dresser drawers (again, the plague of never-ending laundry!), she looked like such a big girl sitting there that I just had to take another pic:
If you're feeling overly generous, send some happy sleep vibes my way. Last night involved four wake-ups, two nightgown changes (I was sleepy and let my spit-up guard down--twice; would've just rubbed it in like usual, but I'd just changed sheets and wanted them to smell like laundry instead of sour milk for just 24 hours), and one spilled bottle of infant gas drops. Wasn't my night. But, hey--it can only go uphill from here, right???
* Pause whilst locating some wood to knock on. *
Peace out, peeps.
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