I apologize for not blogging last night when we came home, but it was 2 AM by the time we got back from Tzfat, and we were all just a little tuckered out - to say the least. Even now, I'm not really sure why I'm awake, although I think it has something to do with the fact SR ain't sleeping none too hot, and keeps chirping in the other room. As you can see from the pictures, her crib has bumpers that line the sides. The crib is just opposite the door to the room, so when we tiptoe by to check on her, we can see the crib but not who is in it, because of the bumpers. So when we creep by, we watch for a telltale arm raised above bumper level to see if she's up and stirring, much like the ominous dorsal fin of a shark. We call her flailing about apropo to crying, "dorsaling."
Tzfat was very holy, of course, and we enjoyed it, but we are definitely beginning to realize the increased shleppiness of our lifestyle, especially when it comes to trekking ourselves and lots of accessories all the way across the country. She pooped on shabbos, which would have been easier at home to deal with of course, but blissfully it didn't leak on anything or anyone.
Okay, she's still out, I'm going back to sleep.