After our Christmas tree mission, we stopped off to do a little shopping, so poor little Sylvie was exhausted by the time we got home. It was the first time she rode in Daddy's truck with the carseat facing forward, which she really enjoyed, but she didn't get much sleep. She finally dozed off about 5 minutes from home, but popped awake as we pulled in the driveway, still half asleep, yelling "no, no". John re-enacted the scene for her a couple dozen times, and she found it hysterical each and every time.
may your heart always be joyful and may your song always be sung... B. Dylan
