And the joke is on me

For the past couple of weeks I've been searching for the sweet little baby I once knew. P has been very irritable and had the worst time sleeping at night. They have all kind of jumbled together until last night, which stands out. Everything was fine until about 11 PM at which point Pen decided neither of us needed to sleep. I...tried....everything. But we'll just skip to about 3 AM when our dogs thought I deserved just a tad more fun. By fun, I mean one of them getting sick in the living room, and for your sake I'll spare the details. Oh, and have I mentioned Michael was on night shift? Yep, lucky me! 

Once the dogs had been dealt with I continued on with Penelope until about 4:30. Thankfully, after the 3rd time watching Shark Tale, she was finally out. I owe a lot to that movie. So I quietly carried her into my room with me and with each footstep I was almost certain she would wake up to torture me just a little longer but thankfully she slept solid for a few hours. 

This morning I was just searching for an explanation until she chomped down on my finger. A TOOTH! FINALLY! Thank goodness, I was beginning to think she just had it out for me. So the joke, is on me this April Fools Day. How fitting. 

It is safe to say, we are both worn out. 

Pen cuts first tooth at exactly 9 months old.