One
Abby is at that wonderful stage when babies realize that they don't need to sleep as much as they used to and that they would actually prefer to be entertained. Too young to walk, too young even to sit up by herself, she would like for me to make faces at her all day.
Well, there are only so many funny faces one can pull before one worries that one may be loosing one's sanity! See? I'm even using the word 'one' waaaaay too much. That's a sign of temporary insanity, you know.
As I type, the angel is in her bouncy chair. I type fast because there's no telling how long this brief hiatus will last. Then it's back to pulling faces at one's three-month old. Sorry, our three-month old.
