The sleep deprivation has risen to a brutal crescendo these days. Sentence formation in both the written and spoken word has declined to nearly unintelligible gibberish.
But still when I hear those cries at 6 AM, like every morning, I get up and feed the little smiler. This morning, Lauren had snuck into our bed in the middle of the night, so I found her lying between us with one arm thrown over her toussled head. When Lindsay saw her sleeping sister, she squealed and waved her arms. The early morning reunion once Lauren woke up was very sweet.
"Goo goo be bada. Uh huh." said Lindsay, smiling.
"Hi, little sis. I love you." Lauren replied sleepily.