Talk to the Hand

M has become adept at wriggling out of her swaddle (perhaps she's getting to the point that she doesn't need it, but makes her sleep longer, so she's staying in it until I have to cut holes for her legs to poke out the bottom.  Which actually may be a good idea . . .)

This afternoon, when she woke up from her nap, she was particularly cute.  At first, she wished to have nothing to do with me.

And was a little bit shocked by my suggestion that she might like a snack.  After all, she wasn't scheduled to eat for another few hours.

When I asked her what she wanted, she asked for some time to think about it.

And decided that what she really wanted was some thumb.  Mmmmm, thumb.