Little Angel

This is a picture of me at 6:30am sound asleep on my crib mattress in a corner of the living room floor.

Because of the construction I haven't had a room for almost two months now. Mom and dad put me to sleep in their bed (which is also a mattress on the floor, but bigger) and when they want to go to bed they pick me up and put me here in the living room.

Wait, it gets better. On the chair to my right, you can see my green laundry basket of clothes which now functions as my closet

Yet despite all of this chaos and change in my life, I haven't complained once. Not even close. I have been taking everything in stride

That is why mom calls me her sweet little angel.