- Anna slept downstairs in her room.
- I fished a toy out of the toilet. I felt vaguely dirty all day. Guess we're keeping that door closed now.
- I sorted papers to be filed for the first time in . . . eleven months. Since April. They are in piles all over my bed; I hope to restrain them in a filing cabinet soon.
Two nights ago we gave it a shot and lo and behold she slept all the way through the night. It was only a little lonely when we went to bed and got up by an empty crib. Last night she was up at 4:00 a.m. and got up for good at 6:00 a.m. (slightly more bearable since we had to get up anyway). Before long we will once again engage in the ill-advised process of moving a crib over a twelve-foot loft half-wall. At least gravity will be on our side this time. But I'm still staying on the safer "upstairs" end!