milk

Abigail took a distressingly short nap on Sunday . . . she was distressed, we were distressed, everyone was wishing for more z's, but they could not be found. We thought maybe if we kept her in her sleep sack uniform and gave her some milk that might lull her back to dreamland. But no. And instead of drinking the last few drops, Abigail decided to "milk" her milk bottle, and get those drops in her hand rather than her mouth.

"Ha! Got some milk out of there!"

Now, the milk becomes imaginary soap, or maybe lotion, and Abigail rub-rub-rubs it in.

Abigail's soft skin, explained at last.

Watch out - Abby was in a good mood here, but seconds later a major lack-of-sleep fuss-attack hit! Send more milk!!