|sweet nora, buried under all the things her big sister thought necessary to lay on her baby nor nor to soothe her. and actually...it worked like a charm. go ruby!|
The hum of dishwasher was present, the washing machine was spinning, the dryer was rumbling, it was that time of evening when it's cooler but the warmth of the sun is just barely out, making the perfect temperature. Windows open, rhythmic cars driving by.
And Ruby couldn't take it anymore.
While playing in the salon, keeping herself busy, she crashed.
You can't pass up a perfect sunday afternoon nap:)