something cute Rowan did this morning:
Rowan came into our bedroom, all chipper and cute, at 6:45am. (this is better than the last few days, where it's been 6:15-6:30am) She climbed up on my side of the bed and got cozy with me under the blankets.
After a minute had passed, Rowan said: "A storm is coming"
Mommy: (mumbling in half-awake fog) I don't think so; I don't hear any thunder.
Rowan: My hand is a storm. Here it comes... (when I crack open my bleary eye, I notice she is slowly moving her hand toward me)
Rowan flutters her hand on my nose: A raindrop just fell on your nose. Now I'll dry it for you. (gently uses the blanket to dry off my "wet" nose)
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