Evidence that I may be too old to rock sleep deprivation

The other night I woke to hear Sophia railing against all that is bad and wrong in the world, namely: being left alone in one's bed without so much as a boob for comfort. OH the humanity! I scooped her up and cuddled her, palming her cantelope head and cooing the sort of nonsense one tends to coo at an infant.

"Oh, sweet Sophia, are you VERY mad?'

I sat there, enjoying the fuzzy feel of her head, and thought hmm. Sophia. That's a pretty name. We should name the baby Sophia!

You know, the baby. The seven week old. In my arms.

Named Sophia.

Comments

[Mir]

Ahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa. Oh man. We are gonna have fuuuuun next month. ;)

[Michelle @ Find Your Balance]

Well, it IS a pretty name :-)

[momzen]

I read this post to my husband. He smiled knowingly. I love your posts. Thanks for keeping on writing. ('Cause I know you don't have anything better to do).