Peyton has been miserable the last few days. She has had a fever every day for 5 days straight and is so tired and sad. On day 2, when she woke up, Cianna went to go check on her down the hall and I hear in the saddest little voice "Cianna, tell mommy that I am crying, okay?"
Potty training is going slow, if at all with Peyton. Every now and then she likes to remove her diaper and run around naked, just cause it's fun. So, she comes to me, butt bared, and asks "mom, can you please pick up my poop?" ARGHH!!! I head in there ready with the cleaning supplies and see 1 tiny plop of poop on the carpet. I pick it up and go to dump it in the potty, relieved to see 3 more identical pieces in there already. Whew...maybe this means she'll eventually get the hang of it.
Peyton sleep talks too. She groggily kept asking for daddy and popsicles the other night while sleeping on the couch.
While laying in our bed early one morning, still sick, somehow she managed to kick dad out of bed. When he tried to lay back down she yelled at him "NO!" He asked her if he could lay down too and again she said "NO!" He ended up sleeping sideways at the end of the bed while she lay sprawled out in his regular spot.
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