The Lion Sleeps Never?
At the tender age of three weeks, my darling little girl has a favorite song, and while it is not annoying now? I have a feeling this could be the end of my sanity. One can only listen to A-Weem-A-Wep over and over so many times, right? Her daddy dances around with her and sings The Lion Sleeps Tonight as if we are willing her to actually obey and fall asleep. Not so much.
This is her squashy burp face. We have to work her to death to get one teeeeensy little burp out and I am the worst at it. Her daddy? The Burp-Meister.
Sophie got to meet her Grandpa last week: The Original Nap King. This is one of the rare pictures that at least one of them is awake in.
Remember the pics I promised like a year ago? Of the amazing afghan Bethiclaus made us? It is amazing. It is shown above, it matches our nursery perfectly and I am guarding it with my life from the little dog who somehow thinks it is hers...
OOOh, the lion sleeps on Bethiclaus's blankie! Who knew that this was the cure?
Everyone is happy!
