Here is a rough reenactment of the reason the Infanta doesn't get to sleep by herself in our bed anymore. I left her napping the other day; not nearly long enough later, we heard her waking over the monitor. I tried to ignore it, hoping she'd go back to sleep, and a couple of minutes later, heard her squealing. I dashed in to find her headfirst in the wastebasket, and laughed so hard as I pulled her out that Daddy came running, too. I wish I'd thought to get pictures at the time, but I couldn't just leave her there, you know? Anyway, if she falls asleep deeply enough to be moved, and I can't be with her in the big bed, she gets moved to the cosleeper now (and to the crib when we get it).
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by the second kid, you'll totally go get the camera first! LOL By the third, they're juggling knives.
That's too funny!
i would have yelled for daddy to get the camera before i took her out-- that's the kind of picture you can use for humiliation and blackmail when she becomes a teenager :P
xoxoxoxox
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