Sun Mote Copse sleep apnea

Baby giggles were adorable, and Niamh was insatiable. She'd tickled children to the point of puking before, so she'd learned her lesson in that instance, so she knew when to stop and roll her daughter back over on her stomach, so as to lessen the chances that she make another mess. "There ya go," She said, as Quetzal wheezed happily, and cradled the puppy in her forelegs, curving them around so her feet touched at the toes, making a little playpen for her daughter. 

"Someday you're gonna have long legs like this too." She said, kissing the top of her daughter's head softly. "And when you got 'em, you show 'em off. Your Momma gave you lots of good looks to use," She chuckled.