Sleepless in Fort Wayne

Each day is better, and each night is better. That's not saying much; as far as the nights go, we only had up to go.

Monday night was horrible. Callie was essentially up until 5am, and crying . . . no, screaming, the whole time. At one point (3:00? 4:00?) we sat her on the potty, at which point she stopped her screaming and said, "Byow pee pee" (No pee pee). She then resumed her screaming. Sara and I had a good laugh for several minutes over that one (our only laugh of the night). Part of the struggle was she wouldn't settle for anything less than laying across Sara's chest. The next day Sara slept until after 12:00, and Callie until 2:30.

Tuesday night was much better, though she screamed for quite a while, though she was in bed with us, and though she woke up half a dozen times through the night screaming. At least we got more sleep.

Now tonight Sara just came downstairs at 11:00--without Callie! And get this: she's in her own bed . . . asleep!

Wednesday nights look like this: we go to Bible study/youth group/kids club at 7:00. Afterwards we go up to our senior pastor's house along with a few others for socializing around the kitchen table. We expected Callie to cling to Sara the whole time tonight. But she surprised us. She played in the nursery, and she wandered around the kitchen, mainly because of her interest in a do--, a do--, . . . it's hard to say, a dog.

Yes, we've spotted a flaw in our child. She likes dogs, at least this dog, the Ryans' dog, "Marley" some call it. She kept feeding "Marley" popcorn much to our senior pastor's chagrin. Then she followed "Marley" around to pet it. (Apparently in my family's pet debate, I'm getting further outnumbered.)

Callie made Caty's night tonight when Caty came to the nursery after kids club. Callie was sitting on Sara's lap, saw Caty, got down off Sara's lap, walked over to Caty, and held her hands up, which in the universal toddler language means, "Pick me up."