When she stretches out she seems to almost fill her crib. But most nights she chooses to scrunch herself into the tightest corner – on top of all of her sleep friends and blankets, and then shove her face against the solid side of the crib and limbs against the rails. Funny, but this never surprises me. She’s been like this since the womb. I swear she spent the last four months in utero with her face shoved as close to the confines of her space and her limbs shoved helter skelter into my ribs. Would that make her pillow pet my bladder and Elmo a kidney?
Regardless, there’s nothing much better than a sleepy sweetie.