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At about 5am, Betsy woke up and decided to try out her voice. She babbled contentedly for a few minutes. I went into her room, to be sure she had her blankets and was not on a windup to a full-on parental summons, but no. She was warm. She was dry. She was fed. And she wanted to play at 5am. Ordinarily her little sighs and words get echoed back to her by us and she'll keep up this conversation in "Elizabethan" for some time. When I snuggled her up and then went back to bed her little brow furrowed as if to say "Hey, what do you mean you're not playing?" and then she went back to amusing herself with sighing and cooing. Until 7 am when we usually pull her into bed with us for a morning feed and a snuggle.

Some of us don't get to make up our sleep later in the morning. Gack. Our daughter had better not make a habit out of this.

Posted by karen at February 18, 2003 12:00 AM