Waking Up: A Narrative.

After a -too-short- period of napping, followed by some vigorous kicking and Houdini-like maneuvers, Clara yells and lets us know that she has, once again, been successful at escaping from the confines of her swaddle. She is very proud of herself.



However, the reality of waking up is surprisingly surprising. An extended period of face-scratching and rubbing ensues.



This is followed by some practice poses that will be useful in dealing with paparazzi. Thankfully, she has no bodyguard yet, so my camera is safe.



After she has reconciled herself to the notion that her picture will be captured for future uses, she indulges in a brief period of contemplation. She ponders whether she will be ready for another nap in another 90 minutes, or if the nap can wait as long as 100 minutes. Time will tell.



After much thought, she decides that the best retaliation for all of the photos, as well as payback for the brainsquishing event of last week, is squishing my head.