Some friends were over and the older kids were making Christmas cards at the table. This little one, Gift, was propped up on our couch until Mark came home and saw her. “Gift is looking tired,” Mark declares as he snatches her off the couch and sits in our glider chair. Only a short few minutes later her eyes were drooping and she was out. Mark smiles with triumph and says, “I’ve still got it. The baby whisperer.”
