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It's been a big week of change around here.

I never would have believed it a week ago, but Evie is well on her way to sleeping through the night! Saturday, for the first time in a year and a half, I was able to sleep from 11 - 5:30. I had forgotten what it felt like to feel energetic and well rested. It was incredible, but even more incredible was how we got there. Apparently, all we had to do was ask! Our pediatrician suggested that I explain to Evie that I couldn't go in at night, she would have to stay in her own bed and I would see her in the morning. Other people were allowed to go in and check on her, but I wasn't. I was full of anxiety over this, remembering the 4 hour blocks of straight screaming and worrying how it would affect Matt since he's already burning the candle at both ends. I'm stunned by how well she has done and it's also opened my eyes to how much she understands.

As I type this, our new granite countertops are being installed! I can't wait to see them. My dad came to help remove the old ones last week and we learned a smart time-saving technique for the homemaker on the go. Apparently, there's no need to clean or even remove large objects from a shelf before you cover it with a liner. Dog biscuits in the way? Just cover 'em on up! We found a rawhide and 3 dog treats under the contact paper placed by the clever and efficient previous owners. Thankfully, I didn't use that cabinet for food or I may have vomited.

Ew.

You're doing it wrong, Grandpa. Allow me

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Fun stuff from this week:

We visited the farm where Evie's pal Annabelle lives. Not surprisingly, Evie spent every opportunity loving on the farm dogs and cat. She wasn't so impressed with the horses and was even less impressed by the hay ride.

Evie hates when Matt and I hug, kiss or show any kind of affection. As soon as she sees it, she starts crying, squeezes her way between us and tries to push me away from him. She would be so angered by the themes in The Parent Trap.

She has started signing for "more" before we even enter the doors at Whole Foods. My incredibly picky eater eagerly eats anything in those sample bins. Something must happen to the food in transit because the very same items are refused and thrown on the floor when they're offered at home.