Yes, we have a 2 year old!

Last time we went to the library, Hannah found a book that is SO appropriate for where we are right now... "A Thousand Times No." The basic premise, Noah doesn't want to do what his mom is asking of him and tells her so in many, many, many, many different ways. Lately, Daryl and I feel the same way about Hannah. It seems like the first word out of her mouth is "no." It doesn't matter what we are asking of her, that is almost an automatic response. Daryl was talking to a woman on Friday who has grown children. She told him that when she was going through these stages with her kids, she read a book that said "the only cure for a 2 to 4.5 year old is 5." Oh boy! What are we in for?

This afternoon felt like another no nap day for Hannah, until I went into her room and laid down with her on her bed. She sang in my arms for about 3 minutes (a very sweet moment) and then fell sound asleep. (I think these moments help to make up for the other ones!) When I went in to wake her up an hour and a half later, she was completely out of sorts. It didn't matter what Daryl and I did or didn't do, she was melting down! Finally, we got her settled enough to eat supper and then went out on the porch to play before bath and bedtime (although she insisted she didn't want to play on the porch). She was a different person and played very nicely out there until it was time to come in. Ahhhh!

These final weeks of pregnancy have been tough. I haven't slept well for over a week now with last night being the worst (I think I was up until after 2:30). If the acid reflux isn't keeping me up, it is simply insomnia. The lights go out and I am wide awake. I'm starting to dread my own bedtime. Tonight, I'm up (obviously) and baby Grover is either tap dancing on my ribs and punching my cervix or tap dancing on my cervix and punching my ribs. Go to sleep, little one! You really don't want to meet a sleep deprived mama in 5 weeks. She is a much nicer person when she gets sleep.