Never thought my daughter would be big enough to wear footie pajamas. Yet last night, Drew zipped her into her warm pajamas, which are pink and are covered with drawings of kittens. She doesn't even need a sleepsack!
Her favorite going-down-for-the-night position is now sprawled over our chests. The other night she pressed her chest and stomach against my chest and stomach and tucked her head under my chin. One hand held her rubber ducky and the other clutched my fleece.
It was tough to stop singing and put her in the crib.
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