Wrapped up in your 'leetle poo-poose' (as you call your/my blanket) there are no words for the cuteness that kills me.
And the back story to this photo? Bryan is off every Friday (praise the heavens) and today, which happened to be a Friday, I was in bed dying under my duvet. All day I was descended upon; little (big?) bites of my food taken, my personal space invaded and knowing that I have no chance to recover my headache or energy levels and though I'm not too happy, in fact I was very grumpy about this, I love the little moments; the memories we make on our king sized bed.
