This is where Miriam perched while we had family scripture study:
I usually don't get such a good view of her when she's all ready for bed because she's usually been cuddled up in my arms. We're weaning though, so that has created a bit of tension in our relationship and she's started this "if you're not going to lift up your shirt then you can't hold me at all" phase. I guess she's relaxing into our new relationship a bit because tonight she obviously sat on my legs, which meant I got a great view of her.
And that view made me laugh.
How many baby stereotypes is she fulfilling?
Thumb in mouth—check.
She's our quintessential kid, that's for sure.
And then there's this one:
Rachel's probably also quintessential but in a more unique/energetic way.
P.S. Miriam is no longer in those pyjamas because after ending up naked in her crib, screaming about needing to go "POTTY!" three times in a row, I put her in pyjamas that have snaps down the front. So now she's stuck (hopefully) and well-pottied so, in theory, she should be down for the night.
In theory, communism works. In theory.