I brought along a feather duster when I decided I’d better slap a post up on this blog.  It’s getting, er, kinda dusty.  I keep forgetting to post on it.  That’s because SOMEONE has been a lil bit fussy for the last 3 days.  I think her tummy’s bothering her.  And I have a bad feeling she’s troubled by lactose, which would really be par for the genetic course.  So I’ll be eliminating dairy for the next week or two and we’ll see if that helps her.  Poor little munchkin.

She’s quiet now, laying on her tummy on my lap and holding on to her binkie for dear life, just looking around like the sweet, happy baby she is when she hasn’t recently eaten.

Analie slept like a blessed rockstar last night, too.  So Mommy is feeling muuuuch better.  Hopefully she falls asleep for her morning nap soon so that I can hop in the shower and make it to church on time.  It’s always touch and go on Sunday mornings.

Awesome.  She just poked herself in the nose and scared herself half to death.

Aaaaaand she’s fussing again, so this post is now officially over.

The End.