Sleeping Beauty
By Moriah on January 30th, 2009
I haven’t posted anything today because I was too busy chasing my kids around parking lots (do they ever learn?) and not-cleaning my house. (Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow?)
I took this picture of Madeline napping in my bed the other day. Don’t mind her dirty monkey. (The poor thing has a very tough life, trust me.)
Sometimes I still stare at her and can’t believe she’s mine.
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Sleeping children are always beautiful :)
I noticed you had a mental health ad on your sidebar. That would be very appropriate for my blog’s sidebar – and I bet I’ve even used the product (!)
I absolutely love to watch my kids sleep. There is nothing on earth more precious…and in the quiet it is hard to believe they really are ours. :)
Well, that is just the sweetest picture. Even makes my eyelids a bit droopy too.
I remember feeling that way about my kids when they were little and beautiful. Thanks for reminding me.
What a cutie! You know I love watching them sleep.
I’m still working on maybe getting my wedding photos up, but my scanner is still in the box. :)
Sleeping beauty indeed. She’s beautiful and so peaceful. I love sleeping kids–they kind of take your breath away.
I do that with mine too. Love it :)
My kids’ blankies (but the actual names are “duh duh” and “lellow”) usually smell like vomit…and they like it that way. Recently Daniel got attached to a stuffed bear. He named him Marco but calls him Little Bear. Little Bear apparently has a problem pooping in the bed and likes to drink my milk n’ honey tea. Go figure!
I love to peek in on my kids when they’re asleep. It’s calm and peaceful – and I forget all the craziness of the day when I look at their beautiful little faces.
Your little girl is adorable!
Precious girl.
I remember once when Eva Rose was in the midst of being H A R D it occurred to me, that, if she weren’t mine, I would want her. I would be jealous of her momma if she were not mine.
I remember that on those H A R D days.
Precious girl.
I remember once when Eva Rose was in the midst of being H A R D it occurred to me, that, if she weren’t mine, I would want her. I would be jealous of her momma if she were not mine.
I remember that on those H A R D days.