Sunday Morning
6:30- Camille yelling from her crib for us. (You got to be kidding me! She should be asleep for another hour.) I decide to get her, give her a bottle and let her lay with us while she drinks it. (I know she's still tried and hoping for her to fall asleep while eating.)
6:38- the bottle is empty and Camille is ready to play. (Crawling all over us, honking our noses and grabbing our eyes.)
6:40- Okay she's too cute. We give in and play.
6:50- I decide so long as Brad's there to entertain her I just as well hop in the shower and start getting ready for church.
7:05 - I emerge from the bathroom to find this:
I KNEW she was still tried!!
2 comments:
Awe!!! So cute!
Sucker! I thought she was a mama's girl? Camomille is just too darn cute, it should be illegal. Your comment on my blog was hilarious by the way.
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