I love that every night after I put her in the crib, luciana rolls over, reaches for blabla, pushes herself up, and starts making silly faces at me while I grab the bottle, turn on the noise machine and close the door. I love that the last time I see her at night she is silly and playful and lovable. I love that she wants to play, but that she understands it is bedtime and she can't get out of the crib.
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