Our first Morgan installment!
She, Brendan and I were all awake between 3:45 and 6:00 this morning. It was mostly frustrating and exhausting, but I did almost laugh out loud at this gem:
Brendan (half comatose, about an hour and a half into the ordeal): "Morgan, you really, really need to go to sleep now."
Morgan, (suddenly and inexplicably affable after prolonged fussy evilness): "Well, okay then. I can do that."
Delightful, that. Not bad for 22 months of age.