Last night Emma fell asleep at 7:40 after about ten minutes of nursing. Tonight I sat down with her at 7:30 again and she did her very best to not fall asleep for the next two hours and twenty minutes. At one point as she was struggling to get up, I was in turn struggling to not let her, and she ended up hitting her head pretty hard on the corner of the desk. I felt terrible. How come sometimes she goes to sleep like a champ, and other times it has to be such an ordeal?

Emma amazes me every day with her expanding vocabulary. She says the funniest stuff. Every time I ask her to stop doing something, she stops and says, "Sorry, guys!" She also just learned the word "now" and loves to use it. When she wants something, it's, "Drink, NOW!" "Outside, NOW!" "Applesauce, NOW!" I can see that getting old (for me) real fast.

Today I knitted this cute little egg. I'm probably going to do a few more and put them in her Easter basket.

Last night I totally bombed the whole not eating after 8:00 thing. I was waiting up for Steve, and around 11:30 I was feeling pretty famished so I gave in and had a muffin. Awhile later when he got home he went in the kitchen to get himself some ice cream. When he came back he had two bowls of ice cream - one for each of us. I have willpower enough that I can resist ice cream when it's hiding in the freezer. When it's handed to me in a bowl, not so much.