stupid time change

The first thing I noticed yesterday when picking up Lovie from school was that she had one 45 minute nap. One nap. 45 minutes long. And the night before, thanks to the brightness in her room due to the stupid time change, she was up an hour longer than normal partying (jumping up and down, singing, laughing maniacally, playing with her dolls, etc) in her crib.

So it was no real shocking surprise to me that when we stepped foot home yesterday, she started whining and trying to velcro herself to me. 

I immediately scooped her up and brought her into her room, laid her down in the crib, gave her a binky and her grandmabear, and, 15 minutes later, this is what I saw:

I adore the way she curls up into a ball. It reminds me of when she was a newborn and would curl herself onto my chest... it reminds me of when she was in utero.

My god does she take my breath away. Just soooo beautiful... so sweet... so peaceful.