Tutu continues her bout with teething. I continue my bout with not sleeping. But I wanted to share some more photos of my trip, before the spirit of Aloha completely gets replaced by the spirit of Christmas. 

nursing on the beach… hello best place to nurse ever. Yes please.

check out the reflection in Sciarrino's glasses.

Ah good times. Now back to tutu, then maybe sleep? If you know me and you are likely to call tomorrow I would advice against any time before ten (mom that means you). 
     

Taken after the fifth waking tonight. Poor little sparkle pants is teething something terrible. It's only just midnight. No time for mama to do anything crafty. But I want to remember 

Late nights just us, snuggled up and happy getting milky.

Coming to the crib, barely awake Tutu hardly making a sound, just lifting up her tiny arms for me.

The way she moves around before she falls asleep, finally putting one arm out to the side when she drifts off.

Patting her back and waiting for her breathing to slow down, signaling sleep.

Her little tiny soft hairs sticking up all silly and sometimes a bit sweaty.

The little sigh she gives as soon as she latches on… she takes a moment then starts gulping down milk.

When I pull back to get her off the breast she can do a crunch with super human strength to stay on, way to use those core muscles.

Her tiny sneezes… she just made some which means this tired mama will be running up the stairs once more.