So I woke up this morning to Katie screaming at the top of her lungs "Becky!!! Be quiet! Mom is sleeping!!!"
Yes. Yes I was.
But...it made me think about I despaired of teaching her how to talk and all the worry that I felt that she wasn't learning to speak as quickly as I would have liked.
Of course, now what would I give if she would learn how to be quiet!
So...I am trying to remember this as I despair that she might never potty train, and the awful visions I have of sending her to high school with a backpack full of spare diapers.