The Girl slept fitfully last night. Friday night she drifted off at eleven at didn’t wake up until five Saturday morning. That is a survivable schedule. Waking up every couple of hours is not.

Morning comes and I take care of the girl while K sleeps. After her 7:00 feeding and burping, L lies on the bed between us, looking up at the ceiling, smiling wildly at who knows what. She turns her head and looks at me and an even bigger smile breaks.

Later in the morning, in the guest room with babcia, she looks at the bright morning light coming in through the window. Calm.

Sunday Morning

A bit of motion and she looks my way. Of course I have the camera…

A change, some rocking, perhaps a nap — then it’s time to start over.