Taryn woke up around 5:45 to nurse this morning. I guess it's *kinda* my fault she was up so early, since I had last fed her around 9:30 last night. That's right, 8 full hours. And I was all excited thinking that I'd have a morning to myself while she slept some more. I made some coffee, checked my myspace, and settled down to write a nice long blog.
Then I hear this little gurgle sound, a small chuckle, and I went to make sure Taryn was breathing okay, since her nose has gone from runny to stuffed, and her whole body is wracked with coughs.
Obviously, she was fine. More than fine, really. She was lying on her back playing with her hands with her feet straight up in the air. Just talking to herself.
And as I speed-type (with all two fingers) this little blog out, she's in the process of rolling herself out the door. Amazing how mobile a non-ceawling, non-wlking child is.
Figured I'd be nice and let P sleep in a bit more today. For like 30 more minutes. Because I'm nice like that.
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