In the wee small hours of the morning

It went against my better judgment to wake Abby up from her morning nap, especially when she was looking so cute.

I realize now that my seven month old has the daily schedule that adults (and college students in particular) can only dream of: wake up...eat breakfast...get dressed...take a nap...wake up...eat lunch...play...take a nap...wake up...play...eat dinner...play...go to bed. More specifically, that amounts to almost three hours spent eating (dining with a spoon that small is not quick business), 15 hours sleeping, and the rest of the day playing and having someone else at your beck and call.

Not a bad life, really. Now if only she got to pick out her own clothes...