John did a craft project this morning and the entire kitchen table was covered in markers, stickers, glue and paper. He wanted to help me make cookies and I told him that he needed to clean up the table before he could help. He looked at me and said “what am I an octopus?” I am sure I had a look of confusion on my face because it prompted him to explain “I don’t have eight arms! I can’t pick up all that stuff. I’m not an octopus!”

When we put Gillian to sleep, we just lay her down in her crib. No rocking or anything to get her drowsy before we leave the room. Most nights she stays awake for a half hour or so and talks to herself. The past couple of nights she would call for Mommy. After a few minutes she starts saying “Fia, Jo-Jo, Dashiel.” I guess since I didn’t go running into her room she decided to change her tactic. Silly little girl, your friends aren’t going to help you.