Friday, January 29, 2010
My sweet Mylie
Mylie, who often refuses to give kisses, sleeps in the bed with us. I usually wake up before her. I like to lay there and watch her sleep. Peaceful. Soft pink cheeks, full cottoy lips, long black eye lashes. I watch her little face contort to whatever she is dreaming about. She's all snuggly, unless you try to touch her. Then it's "Go WAY!" Otherwise it is nothing but sweetness. When she wakes up, she'll glance over at me and say "Hi Momma!" It's so soft and small ~ lovely. Then it hits you, her breath. The breath of death. How does such a beautiful creature develop such rancid breath? My morings are wonderful though, even with poopy breath.