Chloe has been a little cranky lately.
That's an understatement.
Those teeth are just DYING to break through.
Which means... Naps are pretty much nonexistent.
Which is ok. We will survive.
Which is why I find myself slightly peeved when not even 15 minutes after Chloe DOES actually fall asleep this morning, my doorbell rings. THREE times in rapid succession. I use my better judgment and don't open the door.
Except I see her hand going for the bell AGAIN.
I swing open the door and she tells me she and her friend Patty want to tell me the good news of the bible.
That's when I hear the sweetest sound on earth.
The doorbell has woken her and freaked the living daylights out of her.
I kindly looked at my new friends who want so badly to share the good news with my floundering soul...
...and I give them my good news.
I can't be enlightened today.
The doorbell they needed to ring repeatedly woke up my sleeping angel.
Who hasn't napped well in days.
But your gargantuan hats with bows are quite lovely, ladies.