Baby Waking
As usual, I am downstairs on the couch with our little one. We’re working on getting our bedroom’s skylight covered but, until that happens, the dawn light starts to wake Shula up, so we move her downstairs. She’s in one of her fairly typical wake up cycles that involves a lot of thrashing, straining, and occasional screaming. You’d almost think it was a nightmare except that the periodic farts confirm it’s just gas.
She just woke up fully and gave me a sweet smile. That makes up for the punches in the face when she started waking.