It really doesn't get any cuter than a sleeping baby.
Especially when they stick their little bums straight up.
I love that.
One of Michael and I's favorite things to do is to check on Olivia periodically through the night.
(If you were a fly on our wall, every night, you would hear one of us say, "lets go get her up." and then the other will say, "you want to?" But of course we don't actually wake her up because we know one of the cardinal rules of parenthood is never wake a sleeping baby. Especially a little fireball like Olivia.)
However, we do go in to just look at her.
She's always in the cutest little positions.
Especially when they stick their little bums straight up.
I love that.
One of Michael and I's favorite things to do is to check on Olivia periodically through the night.
(If you were a fly on our wall, every night, you would hear one of us say, "lets go get her up." and then the other will say, "you want to?" But of course we don't actually wake her up because we know one of the cardinal rules of parenthood is never wake a sleeping baby. Especially a little fireball like Olivia.)
However, we do go in to just look at her.
She's always in the cutest little positions.
It's impossible to look at our little Olivia without feeling like the luckiest parents in the world.
And feel so blessed that she is ours.
Ours forever.
And feel so blessed that she is ours.
Ours forever.
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