Sunday, January 23, 2011

Day of Rest

Six thirty: I begged my husband to take her and let me keep sleeping. And they gave me two more blissful hours. During that time he: changed a poopy diaper, did a mountain of dishes, fed the baby and got her down for her first nap.

Three thirty: I went to the store by myself. I talked to my mom without tiny hands reaching for the phone. And without a not-so-tiny voice vying for my attention.

Seven thirty: My husband put the baby to bed.

Today, I'm purely decorative.

1 comment:

OhanaMama said...

Sounds like a blissful reprieve. And what a cute picture!