Maia is asleep in my lap. She's too comfortable to move, and I love to let her sleep. But...laundry needs to be changed, groceries need to be bought and dishes need to be washed. Plus: I have to go to the bathroom and I HATE the show that's on the radio right now but the control is across the room.
Luckily the computer is right here.
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Laundry, grocery, dishes... let it wait. Pretty soon, she'll be five years old and you'll be wishing she was stuck in the crook of your arm snoozing away, and smelling that great newborn baby smell!
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