Most of the time, I honestly believe my daughter is one of the best-behaved little ones I've ever seen. Maybe I'm biased, but other people also comment on how remarkably even tempered she is - really pleasant most of the time! This morning? Daddy got up to start her day after breakfast, and I crawled back into bed. Our little angel then brought her lovey bear, and a book she'd pulled off of Mommy's bookshelf, and climbed up the bed frames into the bed with Mommy. Maggie then settle into Daddy's pillow, made herself comfy, and proceeded to read the book to lovey bear.
Hardly the same child as two minutes later when she was screaming bloody murder because I wouldn't let her into my shirt to nurse. Go figure. Thank goodness for the cute times!