Sunday, February 10, 2013

Zzzzzzzzz!

I had a moment of sheer panic the other night when I couldn't find Ainsley anywhere. Bedtime was upon us, I got distracted by one task or another, and I figured she had curled up in my bed or hers and put herself to sleep.

Her bed? Empty. My bed? Empty. I checked the couches and then the top bunks and then became frantic. Had she escaped out the back door?


No, she had found a comfy piece of hard floor in the study and conked out.

1 comment:

Kris said...

My oldest son used to fall asleep standing up, slumped over the footrest to the glider that was in his room, while reading books. So cute!