She's been sleeping through the night again. Some nights for 12 hours straight. Thank God. She's a handful during the day - we rarely have time for anything other than chasing after Mae. She's close to walking. She puts everything she finds in her mouth. She's an eating machine. She terrorizes the dogs. She screams like a wild banshee when she wants something. She bites (I need to figure out how to break her of this little nasty habit).

Oh - and I love her more than Oreo cookies dipped in milk (soy - of course).