Today was Tough friends. Yes, Tough with a capital "T" tough. Call it a four month growth spurt, call it a sleep regression, call it a wonder week, call it four month wakeful, call it whatever you want, but I'm just going to call it Crazy Town. At one point she wouldn't sleep even though she was so incredibly tired. Not a single method worked so I tied her onto my body, headed to the kitchen and whipped up a batch of cookies, gobbling a hot one down before going into her room for another go round. It was one of those days where I felt like I spent the entire day doing nothing but trying to get her to sleep, not out of my need for it, but because of the fact that she was so tired, rubbing her eyes, fussing, acting unsettled, you know the drill, and I knew sleep would be the only way to help her out. After one of those kinds of days I can be left feeling a bit frazzled, but I know she only needs to be held close and helped through it and once she was tuckered out for a stretch after another go round of swaddling, nursing, and comforting, I began looking for a particular photo and stumbled upon so many, along with the photos from her birth, and those made me want to go pick her up for a snuggle and taking in her smallness while it lasts, because I really have a hard time believing she was ever that small and I know todays small will be yesterdays small before I know it.