Time is precious

I had a fantastic weekend with just us girls, me and my 8month old daughter. How wonderful and precious it has been to spend entire days with just her. Watching her cycle between her times of sleep, eat and play with a few diaper changes in there.
She gets so fussy when she is tired and begins to moan and grab at her left ear- usually my cue to put her in the crib and give her her binky. When she sleeps she looks like a big girl, the way looks with her head resting on the pillow, her left arm under her body and her right arm holding onto the same pillow.

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