"My kids have all been really awesome sleepers."
~Me after Baby Number 3
...fast forward a couple of years...
...fast forward a couple of years...
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| Baby Number 4 3 AM (Karma finally shows up to kick me in the bum.) |
This picture would be a lot prettier if I'd gotten my contacts in before I took it
(or immediately afterwards.)
(or immediately afterwards.)
The well-trained eye may notice the spot where he's just lifted his head
out of a pile of his own spit-up -
out of a pile of his own spit-up -
not to mention the mass quantities of green goop oozing endlessly from his tiny baby nostrils.
On the bright side...
Yeah, there is one! I know, right?
Looking at this photo reminded me of this:
Status Update
March 25, 2010
Courtesy of Facebook's Excellent Record-Keeping
"Andrea Washa just picked up Julianne whose entire face was covered in nose goop, drool, and puke and said to her, "You're so beautiful." Isn't love awesome? ♥"
Julianne, I readily admit, was the very definition of a truly excellent sleeper.
However, sitting up with her successor for varying nocturnal stretches over the past few weeks,
my partially-conscious brain has devised the following statement to describe my equal if incongruent love for the night-owl variety as well:
"You don't love bad sleepers less. You just love them earlier :)"
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