Terry has gone to Ottawa for a few days, which means that Laney was much surprised this morning when mommy walked into her room to feed her a morning bottle. At first she didn't really notice. I was wearing daddy's house robe and she was still half asleep and chewing on her fists. But once I had changed her and sat down to stick a bottle in her mouth, she knew something wasn't quite right.
She reached her tiny baby hand up and landed it's sticky little grip on my chin. Wha?!!! There was no soft, cuddly fuzz there to grab and pull. Hmmm, maybe she just needed to move her head up there and check it out. Nope, nothing there! Harumph!
Oh, she drank her bottle well enough, but when it came time to settle down and go back to sleep, it just wasn't happening. Where was that soft, fussy face to cuddle with?
Bearded One, please come home soon. Your little girl misses you!