Oh, the drama...

Dear Maddy, who will be four next month, has more drama in her pinky finger than I have in my whole, still need to lose pregnancy weight and wasn't skinny to begin with, body. We had a lovely outing at the park today with our playgroup from church. It was a great park with lots of slides, swings, and a good sidewalk for scooter-riding. We brought Maddy's scooter along since I knew that two of her friends were bringing theirs and wanted to avoid being the heartless, forgetful Mommy that doesn't remember all things that bring her joy. Anyway, we had been there only a few minutes when she fell and scraped her knee grandly. Blood and all. However, she was too intent upon scootering and such, so she ran off before I could even produce a wipey and survey the damage. We continued to have a good playdate and came home. She went to her room for "quiet time", which is just time in her room during her sister's nap during which she is expected to amuse herself and give me a modicum of peace. After being in her room about five minutes, she emerged hysterical, condemning me for not snuggling her after she had been hurt "real bad". After examining her knee, she decided that she was horridly injured, needed a bandaid, and may even have to go to the hospital. Oh, the tears and drama and snot that ensued! She is now ensconced in her bed with a snack of blueberries, grapes and crunchy carrots within reach since she may never walk again. Bless her dear little overly dramatic heart. God help me to help her. I have a feeling the teen years are going to be epic.

And she sleeps...

I am very pleased to report that my EIGHTEEN MONTH OLD finally sleeps. She has been sleeping good, UNINTERRUPTED, 12-13 hour nights now for a little over a week. She has dropped that weird 5-6am bottle that helped her not wake up as a grumpy little troll all by herself. That makes us both bottle-free and sleeping like real people for the first time in her life. I just wanted you all to know that. It only took a year of her crying it out, getting back on track, getting screwed up everytime she got sick or the time changed, getting back on track, randomly waking up at 2am to cry, etc. Something has finally clicked and she has realized that nighttime is for sleeping and that 5am snack is unneccessary. It really does make me wonder if she needed that snack though, since it's taken her so long to sleep this well. Anyway, I'm sure some expert would say that "no, she's just been in a bad habit and it's all your fault." Whatever. We're on track now. Now I have to be a productive human being because I'm getting the sleep that I have been SO desperately craving ever since I was pregnant with darling, dear Katie.