2 am
We were not. Sleeping, that is.
Which is the case lately. But this kid seems to have profound things to say in high shrieks and squeals. At 2am.
Frankly, my stomach hurts. And I feel strange.
As in, possible stomach flu strange? Or on-the-verge-of-a-migraine strange. Or. Just 2am and I want to be asleep strange. So I am, naturally, taking pictures and blogging about it. Isn’t that what you would do if you were feeling disgusting and exhausted? No?
Emil just ripped a dandy handful of hair out of my head…
… so why is HE the one who looks so offended???
Oy.
Ouchieee!!! Poor MAMA – see, he’s ripping your hair out FOR YOU so YOU don’t have to… This will pass, hopefully sooner than later. Love you.
A beautiful little love poem, with a sweet
surprise ending. I was sleep deprived for
at least 3 years……you’re certainly making
good use of the time!
You look awfully bee-you-ti-ful for 2 in the morning, and feeling stomach flu/migraine strange. Seriously, sorry that you’re up at 2am, but feel good knowing that you look gorgeous no matter the hour! And Emil is just too darn cute. Love him.
Ha! Doesn’t feel great now, but you two are going to cherish this photo series some day.
too cute.
oh no, that must have hurt, but i just love that you captured the hair in his hand like that. You look so healthy and happy, especially for a momma who doesn’t sleep much these days 🙂