Kvetchy McDaniels.

That was the subject of the text message I sent to Kevin last night before he came home. For those of you who are not well versed in Yiddish, "kvetch" means something like complain, whine, cry, whoa is me, etc. Basically, Maya was super duper, incredibly, amazingly, irritatingly fussy last night. It was sad, and I couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. She hasn't been sleeping well, which makes everything much more difficult. Anyway, the point is at 8:00, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I just took her sad little body, put it in the crib, and walked away. She fell asleep within 5 minutes. Go figure. I guess she was just exhausted. She slept a little better last night, but now I can't get her to go down for a nap. Sheesh. When will I figure her out??

"Wait! Don't take the picture? Am I presentable? How's my hair?"


"Wait again! Let me check my outfit for spit up stains!"