I heard a squaak from upstairs and knew that someone was up. But who? Or, which of the girls? I crept across the floor of the nursery toward their shared crib. No noise to be heard, but a single arm had escaped it's burritto wrapping and was pointing up into the nursery air to alert me of her wakefulness. It was Miss Marlo.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Frozen
I heard a squaak from upstairs and knew that someone was up. But who? Or, which of the girls? I crept across the floor of the nursery toward their shared crib. No noise to be heard, but a single arm had escaped it's burritto wrapping and was pointing up into the nursery air to alert me of her wakefulness. It was Miss Marlo.
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Of course! She had to let you know she knew you needed her input and direction....love me first!
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