One Tired Girl

Emma didn't sleep much in the daycare today -- just a couple of cat naps here and there. Alas, tonight when we got home she was pretty wiped out...yet fought sleep HARD! Jon tried rocking her for a bit while I was puttering around in her room putting things away and taking stock of outfits hanging in her closet. Eventually he passed her off to me so he could go fill a cookie order, and I assumed the rocking position in the chair, snuggling Emma in close wrapped in her Blues Clues blanket, with the pacifier at my right hand. Sounds all cute and comfortable, doesn't it? She didn't think so. I think our girl was a tad bit overtired, and so she spit out the pacifier, kept throwing her arm back to knock the blanket off her shoulder, and crinkled up her face to cry. I had to swallow laughter as she whimpered and whined unconvincingly. It didn't take long before her eyelids fell and she was snoozing. What a cutie.

I've decided we need to get Emma a mobile for her crib. Someone gave us a used one which we put up for awhile, but the plastic of the arm had a crack in it and every time we wound it up, we heard an ominous creaking. It wasn't long before we took it down. Now that she can see further, it would be nice to have something hanging up there for her to look at. I think I'll check out some websites to see what we can find.

The Peach did even better yet last night...to bed at 10:30, then up at 4:50. A six hour stretch!!! Too bad Mommy had a weather-induced headache and consequently couldn't take advantage of the opportunity for solid sleep. The 3 Advil I consumed at 5:15 a.m. kicked in and made the 7 o'clock alarm rather unpleasant. Fortunately it wasn't a bath day, so I could snooze a little bit longer and still get to work on time.

Wendy, our good friend and Emma's honorary aunt, called today with some bad news. Her dad had a heart attack this morning and is in the hospital. Wendy has gone up to her parents house, 2 1/2 hours away, to be there for whatever's next. We're all praying for Gary...and for Mary and Wendy. I can't imagine getting such a call. Lord willing, I never will.