Just One of Those Days

On days that Eleanor is being particularly needy and demanding of constant and undivided attention, I try and dress her in one of her most adorable outfits. Somehow, the cuter she is looking, the easier it is to take the fussing. Today she is raising her arms into the air and whining for me to pick her up. She has no where she wants to go; she just wants to be picked up. Over. And. Over. And. Over. Again.