Tired.

By 6:45 I could tell Ainsley was ready for bed. She was whining, crying and wanting to be held. So I held her, and it wasn't long before I had to call Rob to come and get her off of me and into bed. I love that limp, completely sacked out little body. This photo is a good representation of how I feel during my least favorite month of the year: tired. I think there might be something to hibernation. I'd like to give it a try. Somebody wake me up when it warms up.