I just want to remember that on this 25th day of February Jo fell asleep on my lap while I was singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" to her before naptime. We had a pretty tragic/exhilarating morning involving baby digits mauled by a razor, liquid bandaid and a bouncy castle at a friends house. Too much excitement and drama for our littlest rule maker.
I realised in the middle of the song (which she calls 'tinkle') that she was out for the count with those ridiculously gorgeous lashes resting peacefully on perfect porcelain cheeks. So I sat there for a minute to drink her in.
So many parenting fails but a sleeping-on-you baby will always feel like a win.
