Mia screamed all night last night. I am not exaggerating. She took an occasional 30 minute break to doze off, but otherwise it was screaming, screaming and more screaming. Why should she bother getting teeth? Can't she just eat pureed avocado until she is old enough to self-medicate with a nice bottle of wine? Ok, perhaps not.
I admit that I was thinking this morning that the bloom was off the rose a bit with this mothering thing, and then she crawled. It was only two "steps" and then she got bored and went back to chewing things, but it was definitely crawling and I was utterly gobsmacked. This thing we made, this infant who so recently resembled nothing so much as a half-baked loaf of bread, can crawl. I am amazed by her, stunned, in awe, and when she laughs I have never been happier.
But oh man, I wish she would sleep.