I tell people that I love weekends, because Rachel and I sleep late. But that's not really true -- she gets up before me, I'm sure (since I didn't really wake up until 9 today) but she's still in her crib and no longer yells for attention. Oh, around 10 or so I'll hear a little whimper: "Mommymommymommy" as if she's afraid I've forgotten about her, but it's mostly just silence.
Somehow we got on the subject of what she does when she wakes up.
"Play with my puppy," she said (that would be Spot, a yellow stuffed dog, a gift from Mom and Dad).
And then? I asked her.
"Play with my pacifier," she said.
And then?
"Play with monkey," she said.
This is why I keep so many stuffed animals in the crib. At least she has playmates. I hope they'll amuse her for a long time, at least until Drew gets home.
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