Bedtime.

If I don't force myself to go to sleep right this minute, I'm going to go into Lucy's room and steal her out of her crib for a snuggle. I'm obviously not thinking clearly. I love that kid to bits. She's just such a lovable little chicken. You know you're in love with your baby when you stay at home with her all day and miss her when she goes to bed. Good thing I'm having another; I'd definitely have her begging for emancipation if she was an only child. I suppose it's really her fault for being so cute and agreeable. She's like a tiny little Andrew trapped in a cherub's body. What's not to adore??