Enough with the anger, on to the funny...

Llama slept last night, sort of. That means she only got up three times in eight hours. I can't believe I consider that a good night. I'm going to buy a book today that I hope will help. It's called The No Cry Sleep Solution and we certainly need one of those. Bucket can't take it to hear her cry. And to be honest, I'm not that great at it, either, which is why I get so defensive and angry when he tells me I'm being mean to her. Updates will be made as to Llama's sleep progress when the sleep pattern around here improves. Until then, I'm not talking about it because I am tired of being angry about it.

So let me talk about some things that Llama does that make me laugh. She can sit and she can get up on her hands and knees and rock. She likes to jump in her Jumperoo, but only in the morning. If you put her in it in the afternoon or evening, she gets angry. She babbles, and I swear that she said Mamamamamamamamama in the car yesterday. It warmed my heart, even though I think she was talking to her stuffed dog. She eats everything she can get her hands on, especially if it comes from a big person's plate. She is obsessed with chewing on tags. She is a smiley little girl and she likes to "talk" to strangers.

Yesterday, I took her grocery shopping. (This is not one of those boring stories where I tell you what I bought and what I cooked with it.) I take her grocery shopping with me every week, because a stay-at-home-mom takes her kid everywhere. Anyway, I did not know that she had mastered grabbing things off a shelf until I turned my back on her for one minute. Probably not even one minute. Anyway, I turned back around to see that she had ripped a hanging sale tag off the shelf and was eating it with one hand while she waved a smallish jar of peanut butter with the other. She was very, very proud of herself. I laughed. And then I took her newfound toys away and directed her to play with the toys on the cart cover, but she jumped up and down in the seat while yelling at me, which made me laugh more. So I was the lunatic in the grocery store laughing at the baby throwing a fit. Good times.