(Note to visitors who aren’t pet-inclined: I’ve done two things this week—shovel snow and do X-treme math, AKA tax prep—so even if I forced myself to come up with actual blog content, it would suck. You might as well get the dog instead. I’ll try to do better tomorrow.)
So what does a little frou-frou princess do when Mommy gets cold and puts an end to her outdoor whirling dervish-slash-Yeti impressions? She finds her Daddy and takes a nap.
(I have no idea how she managed to be so floppy without sliding off his knee or the couch, but she napped peacefully until he couldn’t feel his feet anymore and had to move.)