Moving Along

Oh Veronica is so cute.  She kills me every day with her cuteness.  Also, she kills me with her ridiculousness and her attachment to me.  On Friday night, I got home from work somewhat early, for me, around 11:30.  I went right to bed, which was a good thing, since Felicity woke up screaming at 3:00 and scared Veronica into waking up too.  Mike took Felicity (who ended up having an ear infection and pneumonia) downstairs and I said nighty night! to Veronica but she was having NONE of it.  She cried and cried and I was afraid she'd wake up Maria so I took her into my room and to bed.

Which would have been fine, except I wasn't even permitted to roll away from her.  I had to stay lying on my side, facing her and holding her face in my hands.  WHICH wouldn't be a problem but I have terrible awful carpal tunnel syndrome and my hands and forearms were BURNING but there I lay, like a jackass, holding her face until she fell asleep, ONE hour later.  Hoo boy.

But mostly, she is wonderful.  I worked at the library this week and stopped by to say hi afterward and she was fine AND it wasn't as hot in her room, so that made me feel better.  She is so cute and sweet, she is really coming into her own.  My brother John is here visiting and I was thinking tonight of the last time he was here, he would do this imitation of her where he'd just throw his arms up in the air to be picked up, which is something she did all the time last year.  But now she never does it.  Now she is Veronica, five year old and kindergartner and she is doing just fine.  It makes my heart burst with pride.

Here's a hilarious picture, where this teensy girl looks a little chubby, even: