Five years ago was the last time I got any real sleep. There has been a night or two here and there, but an entire month of good sleep? Dream on. :)
I find myself not caring about things that used to bother me, like missing puzzle pieces and meals at odd hours.
Kitty is asserting her personhood and her little sister I-have-a-right-to-everything-he-has. I see potty training in our near future.
I am so ready to fully arrive at the "big kid" stage. I know I'll just worry about other things, but I hope at least to sleep at night.
If you can't tell, it's been one of those "drink from the tea pot" kind of days.