It's looking like the blissful days of C-bao's perpetual sleepiness are coming to an end.
For the first week of her privileged young life, other than waking up reluctantly when life-giving sustenance was literally shoved into her mouth, or protesting angrily when we cleaned her royal behind, C-bao slumbered like a baby log.
Yesterday it appears someone flipped a switch. Her baby brown eyes refused to close, and she would stare intently up the nose of whomever was holding her. She bleated like a lost sheep when we put her down. All manner of odd expressions began appearing on her face (though, to her credit, some were undoubtedly attributable to the strong vinegar we were boiling in the kitchen as a disinfectant).
Alas, it looks like the peaceful days are behind us.
For the first week of her privileged young life, other than waking up reluctantly when life-giving sustenance was literally shoved into her mouth, or protesting angrily when we cleaned her royal behind, C-bao slumbered like a baby log.
Yesterday it appears someone flipped a switch. Her baby brown eyes refused to close, and she would stare intently up the nose of whomever was holding her. She bleated like a lost sheep when we put her down. All manner of odd expressions began appearing on her face (though, to her credit, some were undoubtedly attributable to the strong vinegar we were boiling in the kitchen as a disinfectant).
Alas, it looks like the peaceful days are behind us.
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