Tired

You'd think someone who's been doing her Shred video and hopping on the elliptical 3 or 4 times a week, someone who's thrown away all the bad food and actually made salmon, broccoli and organic rice/spelt/barley for supper would have a little more oomph in her step these days.

Not so.

It most likely has something to do with my beautiful little blessing with strawberry blond hair and big blue eyes. The one who just turned two. The one who slaps her older brother and pokes her baby brother and screams at the top of her lungs when her big sister tries to mother her.

She hasn't been sleeping well the past few nights. Actually, the past two years. But especially the past few nights. She whines and carries on till midnight, trying to yell all her woes through her "Muh" (pacifier) and getting indignant when no one understands what she's trying to say. She finally runs out of steam around midnight, and then pops into our room with the sunrise.

I love her. My little determined girl. She probably doesn't know this, as she is in trouble just about from the moment she wakes up to the moment she finally falls asleep. I'm hoping and praying that this stage is just a stage. I am holding out hope that one of these days all the discipline will kick in and she will become a happy, healthy and well-mannered young lady. I see little bits of sunshine peeking through the clouds. She takes excellent care of her baby dolls. She has a laugh that sounds like a rainbow. She is adventurous, intelligent, independent and strong.

And two.

I need sleep.