Angel butt, what’s up?

Last night, it would take a minute to get Ashley to sleep like this, but in her own bed? Hours. She wanted her pacifier to calm her to sleep rather than a nipple, so it kept falling out of her mouth and she’d wake up. Eventually she realised and from then on bedtime was smooth.

Sunday afternoon, Ashley got a whole bunch of visitors in the form of her uncles and aunts. Nick, Stacy, Kristen and Matt (Ashley has 2 uncle Matts, so one of them – my brother – is uncle Matty) all came over to see how much she had grown since they last saw her, when she was 1 week old. 9 weeks makes a lot of difference, Ashley was being chatty and adorable and they all admired her grooving when I propped her up so I could eat dinner.

It was unexpected, but they all stayed for dinner and we got pizza. I’ll never say no to pizza, so even though we had had it 5 or 6 days earlier, who cares! Yum!

Monday and Tuesday were sleepy days. We slept in until 11 on Tuesday morning, so that was lovely. I woke being a fountain on the right side, but still.

Angel butt is being mum-demandy, I guess she’s sick of her playmat. Of course, as soon as I get down to her level she’s as happy as a clam. So it’s more that she wants a playmate on her playmat. Heh.