Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine.

Nope, no sippy for Iris. Man did she cry last night. Megan said that she hadn’t really slept all day and didn’t know why. Iris started crying when she saw me and didn’t stop until she finally conked out at about eight thirty. I got her at five forty-five. We walked and walked and walked and if I stopped to rest my arms she cried. We crawled and cried. We listened to Beethoven and walked and walked and walked. We stopped, she cried. Bottle time, no crying. Changing the diaper, crying. It was amazing. Then for no reason at all: ZONK. Out like a light. No crying. Shew. No crying for at least another week. I love being the babysitter.