I used to rock her to sleep. But now she won’t let me. She wants her space when bedtime comes and I just set her in her crib and she goes to sleep on her own.
I used to give her a soother.
Before she left this morning my mom gave Avelyn a kiss on her forehead and as she drew her lips away they left a coral lipstick mark. I have not washed it off yet.
OK, here’s what’s new:
1. Avelyn has had a raging fever of 103 and has been an inconsolable mess. It’s finally broken today and she seems a tad more like herself, but time will tell.
2.
Cute picture, hey?
Do me a favour and take a nice, close look at the waistband of Avelyn’s pants.
Yes, that’s what you think it is: a WHOLE FREAKING LOT OF POOP.