So the other day, when it got "too quiet" I of course went into Monroe's room expecting to see her climbing the shelves or making a Jackson Pollock on the walls or some other terribly low-volume project. Imagine my surprise when I found her snuggled in her octopus chair with a pile of board books, quietly reading. I can't believe my the sound of chest puffing out in motherly pride didn't distract her, but somehow I did manage to slip back out of her room undetected so she could go on reading alone.
So sweet!
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