I recently noticed that little A not only has inherited my total lack of patience, dark eyes, ears, mouth, fingers, tiresome sleeping issues, and fondness for a certain brunette boy...
but my sleeping positions as well.
We don't usually get to see her asleep. Typically when she cries during the night to be fed I find her wide awake, yelling, and crawling around her crib. Definitely not asleep. But one night I risked waking her and popped in to stare at Arden, because not much in the world is more lovely than a sleeping baby, and found her with her right arm sticking up, fingers through the slats of her crib, which is how I sleep many nights, with my arm stretched up and right hand on my headboard.
The leg we leave out so we can buckle her in her swing if need be.
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