I know this isn't the greatest picture, but this is the absolute best part of my mornings: waking up the baby. I sing 'Oh, What a Beautiful Morning', and before we even get to the cattle standing like statues she's up on her allfours, laughing and grinning, looking for me between the crib rails. I only wish I was this happy to get out of bed.
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Perhaps someone ought to come and sing to you!
I just looked at that picture some more. I forgot how much stuff you end up putting on and in a crib. We were so paranoid, we ended up weaving the rail netting in and out of the slats. I think someone had told us they heard once about some kid, got caught in the netting where it billowed out, spent the whole night that way...or something.... Ah, good times.
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