The baby girl has been asserting her authority since her older brother started school. Its apparent she doesn't plan on wasting any time sleeping... I lowered my cotton romper'd babe, bleary eyed and angry with lack of sleep, to her cot and wished I could climb in beside her. As I leaned in to kiss her cheek she reached out a baby fist and held her mothers face.
Gesture enough, I felt, to forgive a day of hair pulling and tears. Sleep has her now, and should until the morning, when my tiny girl will wake afresh, stretch herself from sleep, and take charge of her Mother for another day... x