Sleep. I need sleep.

So my dear baby girl decided to wake up last night just after midnight. The only way she would refrain from screaming bloody murder was when I was holding her while standing up. This went on for about an hour and a half. I finally laid down with her in our bed and passed out praying that she would stop tossing and turning and just fall asleep. It apparently worked until 5:40 am when she promptly woke again wanting to play. Oy vey. After much shushing she fell back asleep around 6:30 when Atticus woke up.

Needless to say, I'm pooped today.