Dorothy slept in her own crib last night from 7 pm until 2 am. Usually, she comes in my bed closer to 11 or 12, so it was nice to have the extra 3 hours to sleep in whatever position I choose. When Dorothy sleeps with me, she nurses ALL NIGHT LONG, and I have to sleep on my side with my arm around her so she can't roll out of bed, and I have to roll over every 45 minutes or so and arrange us all over again. But she is like holding a fat loaf of bread all night, which is pretty lovely I must say. And whenever she is awake enough to notice me she says mwuh and gives me a sort of asleep kiss which is adorable.
Anywho, I stumbled groggily into her room to get her at 2 and found her holding onto the side of her crib and JUMPING UP AND DOWN. Usually, she is kind of lying there bleating and blinking. She was totally well rested and didn't really go all the way back to sleep.
I decided to do this cray new thing where I hid how horribly tired I was from the boys and acted as cheerful and happy and relaxed as I possibly could. FAKE IT UNTIL YOU MAKE IT. I taught them the meaning of TGIF, even. harry asked very suspiciously what was wrong with me.
I didn't care when Cooper absconded with a box of cookies and sneaked downstairs for MOAR screen time
Looking forward to a couch date and an ottoman full of appetizers tonight-- you know, just a crazy Friday night.
Oh! I finally took Dorothy's 11-month pics, and they are super cute. She LOVES Cooper so much: