Lola

The other morning, Lola rose early (6-ish), so I put her in bed with Nathan and I, hoping we might get a tad more sleep. While we snuggled, there was a sudden lightening strike very close and the thunder that followed was just huge.  It rumbled away, got quiet again, and Lola popped her thumb out of her mouth and said, "The dogth are chathing the carth."  It was such a hilarious conclusion, and so lisp-y that we laughed until we made Lola self-conscious and she started poking our faces.  We sure love her.