I know everything comes and goes, but we’ve had some difficult evenings this week. First M was scared of the neighbor’s motorcycle one night, then we had thunderstorms at bedtime another night. She’s been waking up more often during the night as well. I’m *hoping* she’s getting her final teeth, her two year molars. It’d be so nice to know we’re done with teething. The other night when I got up, this is how I found Izzie sleeping!
Inspiration . . .
Confessions of a Young Married Couple
Left of the Center, Against the Grain