It has been tough posting around here lately. Mostly because Lydia has taken a severe liking to sleeping on my chest. All day. More often then not, with her head crammed in my neck.
And if, by chance, I can actually put her down for a solid 10 minutes, then I usually take 400,00 pictures of her at various angles while she sleeps.
Its probably no wonder she wants to sleep on my chest... if she does the bright flashes to the eyes are cut in half.
But, crap... is there really any way not to take a picture of something this damned precious?
It makes me yearn for Kyra's baby stage all over again. Life seems a whole lot more beautiful this go around without the immediate onset of post partum depression. I wish I could have experienced Kyra's first months with this much awe.
God bless my girls. I don't know how I ever lived life without them.
Now you'll have to excuse me, I'm being beckoned once again by the Half Pint... apparently my 10 minutes of freedom from carrying her in my arms are up.