Haven't you heard? We're heathens now. We didn't go to church on Easter Sunday. That's right, people! We did not take our little TweeterPea to Sunrise (or otherwise) Service on her first Easter Sunday. Oh, we were awake alright; just not to be counted among the living. Instead we spent Easter Sunday with a screaming, crying, squirming, blood-sucking little terror that looked very much like our sweet little TweeterPea.
This morning while I was getting ready for work (and when DaddyLove and she came out for lunch) my sweet little TweeterPea reappeared (and melted my heart into a little puddle with one sleepy-eyed look this morning); however I'm told the monster was back in residence for the rest of the day. I feel very, very sorry for poor DaddyLove and am praying that the MonsterPea turns back into TweeterPea very soon.
If not; DaddyLove and I will be found at the nearest insane asylum. If you would be so kind as to visit, please bring bibs and soft fluffy pillows.