Thursday, February 2, 2012


Sometimes people assume that since I'm a baby-wearing-cloth-diapering-Toms-wearing-breast-feeding mama that I must co-sleep. 

If sitting in a chair at 2am with a baby girl either sprawled out on my lap, wrapped around my neck, laying diagonally across my body, or otherwise attached to my person while drooling and sweating all over me as I try to contort myself into some comfortable position is "co-sleeping", then we're all over it.

It's fun. Because cribs, as you know, are only for play time.

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