snoresville

half the time when Josie falls asleep on me during the day, I just let her slumber in my arms. She's still the right size to sleep with her head cradled in my elbow and legs draped over my lap. While some may say that this is somehow spoiling her, I semi-disagree. I know that with her next bouts of growth spurts, she's going to hang off me like a cheap Romanian suit. And as I juggle body parts to get her into the crib, I'll wax nostalgic to a time when she didn't weigh like a sack of potatoes. Why screw up the moments I'm going to remember since the alternative is merely me typing with two hands on the computer. I can type with one for a little bit longer so she can enjoy another nap using dad as a heated mattress.