Perfect medicine

Dear Olivia, Some days I still have you take a nap. Call it motherly instincts, but on those days you fall asleep quite quickly even when you say that you are not tired. Like most "nap" days, you like me to lay with you. I enjoy it. Hearing your breathing, looking into your beautiful, almond shaped eyes melts my heart. Today you awoke quite upset, but you managed to go poop, and I think you were mad because I didn't hear you calling to wipe (I was feeding Fey). The crying woke everyone up. And I actually chose the right in this instance. You were having trouble calming down, so instead of getting frustrated that seems to be my M.O. lately, I scooped you up and snuggled with you on the bed. Perfect medicine. I love your snuggles. Love, Your mama.