Sunday Morning

We forget what we used to do on Sunday mornings before we had Bianca; maybe we were hung over. This morning consisted of bringing Bianca to our bed at 8 when we woke up to her talking to herself in her room. She thrashed about for 20 minutes, sitting up, bouncing, reaching for things on our nightstands etc. We got up, fixed her her milk, changed her, then turned her loose. Its difficult explaining to a 14 month old why her favorite black Mary Janes won't fit over her pajama pants.