11.11.11.

I had big plans for photos on 11-11-11.  Plans for 11:11am and pm.  Ideas. Documentation.  The a.m. came and went, missed due to a nap, a diaper, a feeding, or something.  Still time for the p.m. … But wait.  9:28pm, baby is screaming bloody murder after being noonies for only an hour and a half.  So off I went for a restless feeding and comfort, and then I was trapped with her in my arms, not willing to disturb her so I could get back up and be productive.  Lying awake for hours, not even tired, watching 11:11pm come and go. Maybe next year.  The only photo I got on 11-11-11 is this one, when she stuffed my boot with toys.  “Cram it in the boot!”  At least it’s a really cute capture.