She woke me up twice, too.... with the same crying, screaming fit. But, this time, I shooed her right back into her bed, tucked her in, and filled her up with kisses, hugs, and thoughts of happy dreams.
Something must have worked, because she didn't crawl into our bed once. Hopefully, this marks the beginning of some sort of breakthrough.
My friend Natalie posted pictures of her sleeping little one on her blog. If you ask me, there's nothing quite so precious as a baby sleeping. Their tiny little bodies, all nestled into a tight ball, their lips all puckery, and their cheeks all rosy. It's the closest thing to perfection that I've ever witnessed.
I don't make it a habit of posting my children's pictures on the Internet (just being a protective, paranoid Mama, I guess), but I did promise Natalie that I'd post the picture that I took of my little one's hands while she was sleeping:
Isn't that one of the most precious sights you've ever seen? She was about 12 months, and had passed out on the living room floor (ahhhh.... the days when she fell asleep anywhere!), and I decided, since she looked so cozy, to just cover her up with her taggie blanket (if you're a mom of a little one, or know a mom of a little one, or know a mom who's expecting a little one, I highly recommend one of these blankets! They're the coolest things!), and left her to sleep. Of course, she was just so darn cute, so I had to grab my camera and snap a few shots. It was then that I noticed her hands. They looked so beautiful, that I couldn't resist taking a picture of them, too. Her sweet, pudgy, little hands, grasping at something she's only seeing in her dreams.
Too bad she can't find that object of contentment these days. Now, she just runs, screaming into my room. Sigh.