i have the cutest little-faced baby ever. and i'm not biased one bit. there's just something bout babies, especially my own little one, that turns me into mush. she looks so stinkin cute in her little swing drifting off to sleepyland. and that swing? it vibrates and it plays music.

best. gift. EVER.

i'm starting to let her sleep in her crib in the nursery more often during the day so that the transition to her sleeping in there all night will *hopefully* be a little easier for the both of us. maybe for me moreso than for her because i usually end up checking on her every 10 minutes or just sleeping in the chair next to the crib. i know it's bad but i can't help it; she's my little baby bear.

i'm so anxious for my hubby to come home. i miss him when he's at work. we have plans to cuddle and watch tropic thunder for the 9345037409518236th time. and i'm gonna let him touch my no-no place. oh yeeaahhh.

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