The dreaded time is approaching. Isabelle is giving up her nap. She still needs it. Sometimes she sleeps. But sometimes she doesn't, and oh, then is it a tough day.
But one era closes, another one opens. This afternoon, ushering her back to bed, we found her sitting up, buried in a mountain of books.
And when she has to go to the bathroom, she'll often proudly tuck a book under her arm on her way.
Where ever did she get these habits from?
Sunday, February 04, 2007
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