Cranky

Next week Cata turns 7 months. For Joaquin she is already firmly part of the landscape of life. Daniel and I still discuss life when we had just one. But slowly I am falling more in love with my little girl.
Daytimes she's an easy babe. Oh she's no wallflower, no Buddha- she likes to play especially in the mix with her brother, she likes to sing, she likes a change of scene. Night times, well she won a month round of sleep training. In October, I believed every child could be sleep trained and now I don't. I have been tired and cranky. So tired that I know longer distinguish between awake and asleep times and have been struck with insomnia during nights when long stretches of sleep could be gained.
My mother and mother in law spent a week with us over Thanksgiving. I am thankful for them. Between the two of them, I slept in past eight many mornings. Dinner was served, and the kitchen cleaned without me. So I am still a little tired but no to cranky.
Cata blossomed under the extra attention of her grammies. She was all smiles, and bouncing. She has mastered the pincer grab essential to her new favorite game- eating cheerios. It is quite entertaining to watch her strike out and capture an O and then struggle to release it into her open mouth. Her satisfaction from skill mastery is obvious.