Oh my.

So I just went in to check on Halle. It always takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark, and ever since she was a baby it has been my habit to put my hand on her chest to make sure she's breathing (neurotic- yes.) It felt a little too smooth. As my eyes slowly adjusted, I pulled back the covers to find... nothing. No clothes. No diaper. No socks. They were all wadded in a ball under her head. There is nothing more funny than a two year old. I'm convinced.