Pooped

Last weekend C-bao went south to hang out at Uncle Calvin's, where she was also joined by Aunt Christina. Predictably the day was filled with zany activities, including trying out Uncle Calvin's home weightlifting system and also spending some time on the basketball court playing 3-on-3 (where she was smacked in the head more than a few times by the ball coming in from unfortunate angles). 

While not normally one to zonk out mid-afternoon, by 5 p.m. our little one was one tired little puppy. Here she is dozing away, though still assuming a feisty boxing position with hands rolled up into fists, ready to take on the next challenger.

"Oh yeah? Well bring it on, I say!...zzz..."

Arise

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.