1. Starting at 1am, Belly was awake. Awake and trying to crawl around the bed. This is a major problem because, well...Belly, The Bug, Dude and I all still sleep in the same bed. I know, I know - they're getting a little old for that kind of nonsense, but I love snuggling with them. I think it has to do with the fact that their first three weeks were spent in the NICU and I felt terrible the whole time about having to put them back in "their" beds and leaving. Anyway, that is the current sleeping arrangement and Belly was sleeping by me last night. Or not sleeping as it turns out. I don't think I slept more than 45 minutes at a time because she kept crawling around; hitting my face; poking my ears, eyes, nose; trying to wake up The Bug. I finally had to take her in the other room. Today we are C-R-A-B-B-Y.

2. The Bug pried an outlet cover off and tried to stick her finger in the hole while looking at me like, "Are you going to do something about this?"

3. As I was in the middle of changing The Bug's poopy diaper, Belly stepped on her face.

4. The Bug was playing quietly when it occurred to me that she was being a little too quiet. Sure enough - she'd opened up the container of teething tablets and had them in a little pile in front of her. She looked up at me with white all around her mouth like she'd been eating powdered donuts. When I took the bottle from her, she quickly grabbed as many of the tabs as possible and shoved them in her mouth. At least they're homeopathic and won't do anything to her (except maybe mellow her out - one can only hope).

Sigh. It's barely noon.