Moments...

Today when Ainsley had finished her dinner and was waiting for me to come rescue her from her highchair, she started singing a song. The lyrics are pretty sophisticated, but I think you would appreciate their poetry. The words were as followed: Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. The Mommys ranged in intensity, getting louder as the ballad drew to a close. I ate it up...with her spoon.