Since I was up half (okay maybe it was only a third) of the night lactating I gave myself a little permission to sleep in. Only problem was, Dan gave himself the same permission. If only Maggie had encouraged herself to get a few extra Zzz's... Instead she did this:
Yes, she hoisted herself onto the dresser, cleared it off, emptied out the top drawer, and sat in it. Good thing it's a sturdy D.I. dresser we found ourselves. Dan got up, took pictures of our daughter's newfound talent for "cleaning", threw her into bed with us, and we all zonked for another 15 minutes. God bless sleep!
p.s. She was wearing pants when I put her to bed last night. I promise. She must have lost them in the climb.