December 27th, 2011

wood cat

it is four thirty in the morning

and this infant is literally giving me the one-eyebrow-raised look, as if to say, "What, you expected me to sleep?!"

(Yes, actually; this is unusual, which I am grateful for, truly. Meanwhile, I get to listen to SteelyKid talking in her sleep (saying the same thing she always does, "No, I don't want to") and hope she doesn't wake up herself.)

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