As I was trying to decide what to blog about, all I could think was, "I really want to go to sleep." So that is what I am blogging about. Sleep. Or my lack of it. Brynley sleeps an average of three hours during the night before she wakes us up. Unless we let her sleep in our bed, then she can go for 4-5 hours. But then I don't sleep. I wake up every time she moves. Not to mention that Noah's room is directly above ours and this old house doesn't have great insulation, so if he rolls over, or worse, falls out of bed, I hear that as well. Oh, and Noah refuses to take naps. But... in the mornings Noah comes downstairs to our room and gives Brynley and me kisses before he climbs in bed with us to snuggle. That's probably the best part of my day.