HB, Amira!

Ann Arbor, MI, circa 1988


Ahhhh...Dreamland...all in a day's work for onesie-wearing, blankee-toting,
Gerbers-gobbling, Pampers-loading newbies. Protesting vehemently (as they
generally do) to being sequestered in their jail-cell-of-a-crib for the detested
naptime (and thus being ruthlessly removed from "all the action"), soon their
red-faced protestations have subsided, their tears have dried, their breathing
has steadied, and they are angelically out, refreshing themselves for yet
another energetic round of world exploration.

All the Best on Your Big Day, Amira!

And may you sleep just as soundly tonight in the wake of your celebration
(though I strongly suggest that you refrain from employing the sideways-on-mattress,
legs-up-on-wall approach).