"No mommy butt. Mommy feet. Juice."
Willa was up at 5:30 this morning. Which meant everyone was. I brought her to bed, hoping she'd go right back to sleep. Instead she wriggled and talked and whined. To earn her keep in bed, she's also wrap both arms around my head and breathe on me. Eventually, it was too much. I turned my back while she dozed, but in doing so woke her up. She pawed at my back for a while hoping I'd turn back around, and eventually found her stuffed bunny and fell back to sleep.
Completely unrelated, as I was leaving daycare yesterday morning, there was a couple in the entry waiting to be let in. She was obviously pregnant, and I assumed they were there to check the place out. It's always awkward when you go out the security door (protected by a secret code) and someone's on the other side, waiting to be buzzed in. I've decided that no matter how it looks, I won't let anyone in. I've seen after school specials where a bitter adult kidnaps a child they no longer have custody of. And I don't want to be a part of that. These folks understood, and were happy about me not holding the door.
That afternoon, I was leaving the grocery store and saw the same woman loading her groceries. Small random world.