After a few days of my sleep strike last week I was *quite* exhausted. Although I struggled valiantly against it, I ended up falling asleep in some unusual places.
In daddies defense, this was taken very early in the morning on a weekend. The only way to simulate sleeping in with those chubbles is to wake up, get her out of bed, feed her, and let her play while you (me in this case) nap on the couch. And I AM wearing pj pants to put your fears (and the flack I will get for an embarassing picture) to rest.
My name is Isabel. When I was a baby, my parents gave me the unfortunate nickname of "Isabelly." I've since moved on to other, more sophisticated monikers, but none of them have the necessary ring for a blog title.
I recently turned six. I am learning to swim, to read, and to play the violin. I like to tell my little sister Madeline Sophie, my dog Cleo, and my parents what to do on a regular basis. They don't listen much.
My favorite activities are reading stories, making ever more elaborate craft projects, "helping" around the house, and dressing up as a princess. I recently discovered the wonders of Barbie and lip gloss.
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In daddies defense, this was taken very early in the morning on a weekend. The only way to simulate sleeping in with those chubbles is to wake up, get her out of bed, feed her, and let her play while you (me in this case) nap on the couch. And I AM wearing pj pants to put your fears (and the flack I will get for an embarassing picture) to rest.
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