Olivia likes to wake us up in the morning with what is at first difficult to discern between a cry or rambling to get our attention. She's not particularly hungry, she's just not sleepy anymore. It's a bit more delightful being waken by a baby who proceeds to be cute and playful for the next hour while you both chill to some bon iver.
Then the morning rolled forward...
Reinforced pampers full of poop...
Emergency bath time...
Suicide cereal...
Uncooperative espresso machine is given the what's for...
Next up:
-Screw the espresso, brew some tasty joe
-Make southminster sexy
-Drop a phat/fat beat
-Get the band back together
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