That Kid is the Coolest!

Did I mention how awesome my daughter is? How she the bar none, downright, coolest kid in the whole world? And not just because she is contagiously happy. Or because she has started doing this new dance where she looks like the leader of a marching band stomping around wildly. Or because she cackles instead of giggling. Or because she runs up to me when I’m laying on the floor and puts her head on my stomach (while she’s still standing up), rests for a bit, then continues her destruction of my living room. Or because if you ask her where her stuffed monkey’s belly is she’ll point at his stomach and crack up.

But because on Sunday morning, after a wild Saturday night out where the hostess of a cocktail party had a babysitter on hand, which means, “quick, drink as much as you can before we have to go home,” my lovely, beautiful daughter slept in.

She slept in until ELEVEN O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING!

Trent and I kept checking to make sure she was OK, but I guess she just needed to catch up on some rest. Maybe she was hungover too.