Everyone sleeps. Edith is flat on her face in her crib and breathing normally. She had a fever earlier today, but I medicated it away. Edgar lays his arm over my boob and naps lightly.
I am giving in to the concept that I will have to wear tank tops this summer or die. I desperately need a trip to Target.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Naptime.
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