|coffee and crackers|

all the turmoil that i bring home inside me at the end of the day -it is washed free when i look at her little face.  we let her roll around on the floor.  the cats entice her to be more mobile, but she will never catch up to them; they are always just out of tiny hands' reach.  i feel peaceful, just watching her.

 

eventually, though, we all go to bed, and i lay awake thinking about work.  even when i sleep and i dream about work.  i've had this recurring dream for the past two weeks about my pager going off and not hearing it. 

 

last night, she woke up at 1am and 3am and talked to herself for a while.  but she went to sleep again.  when i checked on her before work, she had fallen asleep reaching for her teddybear. 

 

she likes sweet potatoes.  she was doing a little dance every time she had a bite of sweet potato.  she's thinking about liking pears, but hasn't decided yet.

 

she is so perfect.