still breathing

I put my niece, Hannah, to bed (i.e. the floor in my bedroom) around 11:00 tonight. I know, it was waaaay past her bedtime, but she was feeling a little homesick (which is unusual for her, she usually loves coming here) and I figured that keeping her busy was better than seeing her sad puppy-dog face. You can tell that I don't have kids of my own by the fact that every hour on the hour I've gone in to check to make sure she is still breathing. It is a good thing that I can hear her breathe, otherwise I would have to whip out a mirror just to make sure.

Side note: despite being sad that her mom is not here, she is super excited for the Princess Festival... probably not as excited as I am to take her, but excited nonetheless :)