Saying I’ve had a very bumpy last few months is an understatement. Which is why, when I needed to wake Marlo from a very very late nap, I couldn’t resist taking this photo. This embodies everything she is, frozen in time.
I cover this kid in blankies to sleep under and like her mother and sister, she’ll be sprawled in some insane way when I go in and check on her, blankets askew and disheveled.
p.s. Spare me the bumper talk.