I went downstairs to change over the laundry one day and found a baby in a box. It was a delightful surprise. I thought the baby was upstairs on her designated chair, but instead she was all cozy in her little box, replete with a hedgehog and puppy for company. Miriam, of course, and some elaborate game. As for baby Clover? She probably blew bubbles until she tired and then drifted off to sleep. She's the happiest baby I've had, and that is saying something since all my babies have been sweet and contented individuals.
2 comments:
She is so sweet. And that is cute beyond words.
This is a lovely surprise to find! Much nicer than a sippy cup with week-old milk in it. Or a wet spot on the carpet that has been used as a bathroom. Just hypothetically speaking.
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